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A roundup of bars on boats and at the beach.

Trump claims that the Smithsonian has fallen into the hands of Marxist radicals. A stroll through the exhibitions suggests otherwise.

Lucas Ansel's stop-motion short reveals a few fellow-drinkers' deepest desires in this reimagined Shouts & Murmurs classic.

"In the delicious heat, a summer breeze came and they fought as the woman sucked her ice cream through the bottom of her cone." Flash fiction by Libby Flores.

"America, Actually," a new offering from Vox, is trying to talk about politics without talking about the President. Is that even possible?

The New Yorker writer sings the praises of a little-known Canadian television series set at a Shakespeare festival--which happens to be her favorite show of all time.

The early-childhood program faces a renewed assault by the Trump Administration.

Michael Ondaatje had been experimenting across forms for decades before the publication of "The English Patient," teaching writers who had crossed borders to arrive in the West to spell out their own liberation.

Be moved the old-fashioned way.

Struggles for personal and creative freedom fuel Shatara Michelle Ford's "Dreams in Nightmares," a loving, political drama about three women's search for a friend gone missing.