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.
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.
Slow down. Put away the cream and sugar. Savor this drink by itself. So I begin my sensory coffee-brewing class.
Sometimes it’s seaweed in your throat you can’t cough out / or an ink cloud expanding in your skull
The Lost Pleasures of Abundance
What’s the thin break / inescapable, a sudden thud / on the porch, a phone / vibrating with panic on the nightstand?
Out here, I’m lonely enough to open / my body for anyone that finds me
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.
