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I used to have these dreams all the time when I was a kid about my teeth falling out. Or I would reach into my mouth and pull them out. But I hadn’t had them for a decade or two, until last week, when I woke up to get ready for my shift as...

Today Alice’s students will draw the pheasants. Alice unlocks the props closet in Bantam Hall on the downtown campus and sees the two taxidermied pheasants on a high shelf, exactly where she left them last semester. The pheasants were...

We understood it / to be suffering, its beak a little open.

With the right sponge and brush, you could / paint these walls to look like marble. In the two-story / foyer, the previous owner left a giant painting / of southwestern pots.

that color is not color. The red flower, / she tells me, absorbs all light / but red, so reflects red / where she and I can see it.

By the time we finalized the layout for Ara Oshagan’s photo essay about the Armenian diaspora in Lebanon, his decade-long project comprising memoir and documentary, Russia’s invasion of Ukraine was underway, with horrific consequences.

Slow down. Put away the cream and sugar. Savor this drink by itself. So I begin my sensory coffee-brewing class.

There’s no such thing as bushfire season anymore. It’s all year round, and even now in winter there is a total fire ban in place.

You can’t control what people make of you. / Some see sacrifice / where others see torture