Conference of the Birds


Where flight is metaphor, and seeking is instinct. A space for mystical inquiry, memory, and movement. Where stories orbit like birds, and belonging is always in motion.
  1. Extinction: the aves and aves-not (guest writer)
  2. The extinction of the passenger pigeon (guest writer)
  3. The year of the quail
  4. Saffron and Abigail
  5. Gokotta
  6. Jonathan the seagull



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