Term: Fiction
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The Other Paris
Every generation thinks it discovers sex and Paris. My 1970s discovery occurred with a Greek anti-hero in an intimate, inexpensive, crumbling Île Saint-Louis hotel. Paris...
Désolée, Monsieur
“Maurice Groenberg? Je suis désolée, monsieur.” “Madame, s’il vous plaît. I’m certain my father lived here from 1924 to 1942. He was a well-known pianist,...
Le Petite Voyeur
In Montmartre, near the place de Tertre, in the corner of a two-room flat, little Sébastien laid on his pallet of blankets next to Peter,...
Invasive Species
But enough about dead people. Don’t worry, I get it. You come to Paris and you want something fun, something colourful, not a pack of...
Graveside Kiss
Yolanda’s parents realised from the time she was born that she was not going to be like her sister Natasha. Internally, there was a partial...
Magasin d’âmes
On my umpteenth visit to Docteur Arnaud – his many reassurances notwithstanding – he joked to me about a possibility. I was desperate. ‘Well, they’re...
notes concerning the arc de triomphe roundabout
“Buckle up. We’re here.” I turn around to check on Diego and Mollie in the backseat. Diego is running a rosary through his fingers. Mollie...
The Sleepwalker's Paris
I wake up every morning to things that shouldn’t be there. This morning it’s a metro ticket for Line 15. There is no Line 15....
The Colour of Windex and Mouthwash
The island was hard to get to. It took a redeye flight to Miami, then a tiny plane with absurdly good service, where I was...
The City of Love Does It Again
Pam and I had often talked about having a girls’ weekend in Paris. The idea started at art school thirty years ago when we first...
Issue 15: Paris
Paris has long been the site of opulence, resistance, rebellion, and style. It has inspired great writing and writers, philosophy and philosophers. In this collection,...
Land of the Swaying Palms
Land of the Swaying Palms. It was an expression Dora remembered from her childhood, a joke she and her best friend shared from their lonely...
In Too Deep
David looked up from the canvas that he was painting on the floor to check on the flurrying snow outside. He didn’t usually start getting...
Crashing into the Swamp
No one expects a plane on approach to that sunny climate to crash. But it does, and when it does, it fragments and sinks, everyone...
Second Shift
It is an incorporeal time of day, hour eighteen of open eyes. Their aprons are smeared with fingerprinted berry-red, which looks like butcher shop blood...
Potholes and Toasted Marshmallows
Rain hammers the concrete forests of Sydney’s skyline. “Operational demands Lucy,” the transplant director sighs. I hang up, throat tight. Violet looks up from my...
High Tide
I walked to Westminster Bridge, where the Houses of Parliament stretched high, imprinted on the evening sky. The moon pushed through faded pink and cream,...
Issue 14: Survival
Welcome to Panorama: The Journal of Travel, Place, and Nature’s 14th edition, on the theme of ‘survival.’ Many thanks to all contributors and the editors...
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A Palm Tree Untrimmed
“Your neighbour is in clear violation,” the City Inspector says, snapping a photo of Arlo’s tree on the other side of the fence. “A palm...
How to Make Love to Fire
My wife will see the fire first. Or so she claims, whilst unfolding the picnic and arranging the cheese sandwiches and soft-boiled eggs. She asks...
Pepper
My hand gently cradles a chocolate habanero, I smile remembering the time you thought the name meant it was sweet. Your face flushed as your...
Touristed
“Professor Wen Ming, Professor Wen Ming!” He looked back, the key to his office door pausing mid-rotation. Lin, the department secretary, waved at him from...
Permeation
There are many moves with unlimited manoeuvres in chess. Before the opening gambit, it was known to us – Paula and me. Despite this, as...
Smouldering
Zain squinted his eyes. The temperature was in the high nineties. The sky was clear but the air felt humid. He was short of breath,...
Issue 13: Fire
Welcome to Panorama: The Journal of Travel, Place, and Nature’s 13th edition, on the theme of ‘fire.’ Fire: /ˈfʌɪə/ origin: Old English fȳr (noun), fȳrian...
In the Hall of Forbidding Signage
The Hall of Forbidding Signage, an exhibit in the Museum of Urban Life, was a memorial of warning plaques, notices, and placards, screwed on every...
The Woman Who Marries
The buildings had grown fangs, the street lamps whiskers. Billboards flocked to the skyline, pecked at star-scatter. Town cars beaked their way between gnarled claws...
A Dark Night
Night falls softly upon the land, warm and comforting like a childhood blanket, wrapping around her with an array of celestial freckles. The shade of...
With Grace
They’d gone on much longer than she’d expected them to. A quick bite had turned to two courses, a drink had turned to five, and...
Fishkids
This is the furthest I’ve ever been from the centre of Leicester. I was born there and haven’t moved since. We all know about the...
Neighbours
I walk out of my building—a fifteen-year-old highrise—and greet the neighbour who hasn’t paid his maintenance dues since we moved in. I am surprised to...
Issue 12: Cities
Welcome to Panorama: The Journal of Travel, Place, and Nature’s 12th edition. In this issue, we present work on the theme of ‘cities,’ whether in...
Cartagena
Driving up to the Airbnb, I was mesmerized by the colors, an endless strip of pastel Spanish homes with white shutters and overflowing bougainvilleas. I...
Emergency Alert
The times were tumultuous, sure, but no different from any other. Wars, famine, floods, oppression. Social media clamored with threats of global climate collapse. Roy...
The Land Beyond
You have no idea what to do on your arrival in the city whose name you do not know. You step off the train after...
Still Waters
The ferry towers above Amran, twice the height of the tallest coconut palm, a floating city home to more people than the island his family...
Harmattan Haze
It is a busy afternoon at the craft market in Abuja, where he works. People and scooters trample the withered plants flanking the dirt paths...
Issue 11: Ecology
Welcome to Panorama’s 11th edition. In this issue we turn our attention to ecology—from the word’s earliest roots to present-day ecologies which span people, organisms,...
The Flood
It was just another Friday evening. The sky clear, the street bustling with people. I walked into a new pizzeria and ordered my usual: a...
Water Hyacinth
Amir stops saying hello in a while. The last time we spoke, he was complaining. The little shack where he lives has a leaky roof;...
The Ride of a Lifetime
I do not remember getting on the train. Its constant vibration and occasional bumps are as normal to me as anything can be. Truthfully, I...
The Perfect Guide
To escape depression and Christmas jollity at home, a middle-aged English secretary called Agatha books a package holiday in Agadir, Morocco, because of its name....
Steven in Love
He began typing. Sloppily at first, the words advancing in broad choppy strokes across the blank page. Relax. Just let it happen. And Steven allowed...
Issue 10: Intimacy
Welcome to Panorama: The Journal of Travel, Place, and Nature’s 10th edition. This issue focuses on INTIMACY in all its forms from a closeness and...
Six Saturdays of Beyblade
It was raining hard that night and the howls of stray dogs echoed across the village. What I remember from those scenes come as passing...
The Man, the Kid, and the Holy Ghost
The train whistle blew. A body plopped onto the bench across from Bart just as the train lurched forward. The grizzled man cracked open his...
The Confluence
“Potverdomme!” Marty pounded his fist on the antique table, knocking books to the floor. Used to the interjection, I murmured, “What happened this time?” I...
The Bookshop (Once in Pisa)
When I read the anonymous email I knew immediately that it was you. The urgency in your voice sounded loud in my ears like Sunday...
Issue 9: Borders
In this issue we have work from India, Nigeria, Philippines, Israel, Netherlands, UK, USA, Brazil, South Korea, Thailand, Germany, Italy, and more. In many ways...
Where Have you Been?
I had to get out – to get some air. I’ve been lost inside something, inside something strange, inside myself, in the small rooms that...
The Olive Theory
“It’s almost time to close your eyes.” Oisín shifted down into third gear, letting the car roll through the winding hills of Malin Beg. Niamh...
The Librarian’s Flame, or Alexandria
The pale, blue horizon was covered in a searing mist. The late summer humidity cast a mirage of white fog over the northerly, African city....
El Escritor
Once there was a writer who lived in Mexico City who despaired of his calling. Most days he rose toward noon and went for a...
Beware of Wildlife
Rick—my girlfriend’s dad—turned purple in the driver’s seat of the minivan, a rental whose timing belt screeched like a tortured cat the entire fifty miles...
Issue 8: Space
Welcome to Panorama: The Journal of Travel, Place, and Nature’s SPACE issue. From the very small to the enormity of our imaginations, essays grow from...
Issue 7: Dawn
Welcome to Panorama: The Journal of Travel, Place, and Nature’s DAWN issue. This bright, awakening, and challenging composition comprises a multitude of world views, places,...
Crossing the Curtain
Edward parked his car with care. The Hofburg palace loomed to his right against a gray and star-less sky. A stray dog lifted its leg...
Smoked
When a dark-haired young man walked up to the Honorable Desmond Bernard in the public room of the Aristophanes Club and silently presented him with...
Going East and West
It was in 1985, on my first business trip to Beirut, that I met the woman who was to become my wife. The fighting between...
Issue 6: War & Peace
Welcome to Panorama’s WAR & PEACE issue. This collection, months in the making, deeply explores the themes of war and peace, with a special emphasis...
An Imposition of Greatness
On February 23, 1945, in the final year of the Second World War, the following words were transmitted during a vicious battle from a bird...
Dressed for Eden
We are always burying the dead. In this way, we are like the church interiors of old Dutch prints. Often in the background, workers have...
Swallowed Things
Today I will tell a story of a man I never married. Like water, some things are meant to be swallowed, the others wash away...
Issue 5: Lost
Welcome to Panorama‘s long-awaited LOST, our fifth issue, which we are dedicating to the great traveller, Anthony Bourdain, whose recent passing has affected us all....
Philippi
“There’s a story here,” she said. I told her I didn’t doubt it. “Each town has at least one or two stories behind it, right?”...
Repeatable Sequence #5
The dangerous ingredients are all there. Baja California and everything that conjures. Sun, ocean, tequila, rip tides. A handsome, young couple in the throes of...
What Better Way Than This
I’m slowly making my way south. Today I watched goats, grape vines and sunflowers from the train to Sicily. The sunflowers were enormous—elephant stalks, brown...
Four Days
The International terminal is a bustle of activity. Strong lights illuminate a massive stone sculpture, with a dazzling effect because of all the sand particles...
Flames and Shadows
‘I would like a coffee with milk and a sandwich with ham and cheese please.’ ‘Bitte?’ She stood there, pen and notepad in hand, her...
Issue 4: Seen
Perhaps more than any other time in recent history, how we see places and one another will determine what happens next to our human family....
The Leaving
The streets were empty, as were all the houses in that village. He walked from door to door, ringing doorbells that made no sound, climbed...
Fermentation
There had been bombings, small ones that failed for the most part. A detonation in front of the Israeli Embassy that wounded only the bomber,...
Win
Capable—if unreliable—little motorcycles, a used Honda Win can be had for around US$200. Boasting 110cc engines, endlessly replaced, welded and salvaged clutches, wheels, brakes, handlebars,...
Boulevard of Open Dreams
Plaza de la Cathedral, is an open space except during special events like Liberation Day. On Liberation Day, bands, stands and volunteer hands fill the...
Looking for Joe
It is early morning and the hot winds fragranced with the aromas of sun baked earth and prairie grass blow through the car. Ahead the...
Keisha Goes to Harvard
When Keisha wrote down Harvard University on the list her college counsellor gave her parents, it was because she knew that he would tell her...
Issue 3: Open
We present our panoramic vision of travel literature in our Spring ‘Open’ issue. A carefully curated collection of travel poetry, fiction, and memoir, the selections...
The Ice Cream Scoop
The frightened moon and stars were hiding. The typhoon howled and dredged the Philippine Sea in search of living things. In a stolen outrigger with...
The Ship Breakers
The Bay of Bengal in Bangladesh devours her children. I’ve worked in the delta’s sludge for five years, and already she has consumed the big...
The Hair
Abdul didn’t hear her say those words. But that’s what he imagined she would be saying to the men in front of her. She made...
Issue 2: Treasures
Welcome to Panorama’s second issue. Panorama exists not only to publish extraordinary, diverse travel literature and imagery, but to widen the definition of what travel...
Mystery at Jackass Gulch
He’d been silent, the other man at the bar, gazing into his glass of whiskey before growing animated at the mention of Mark Twain. “I...
The Rumour
Once upon a time, the Princess circulated a rumour. It began on her island at the top of her tower, in her round room, at...
Weekend Reading
Read all articles, essays, poems, and stories published on Panorama on the weekends in between issues.
Issue 1: Firsts
Welcome to Panorama‘s first issue. Our purpose is to shift the perspective of travel literature and imagery towards a more panoramic, modern worldview, and we...
Letter from Home: Farasan Island
I can imagine you trying to open the envelope that contains this letter, as weariness conquers you. I know you are still trying to come...
Our Own Archipelago
Two days since midsummer passed. We partied all night on summer cottage decking and drank strong beer with a bear’s face snarling at us from...
Cherry Picking
At twilight, Johnny roams the narrow streets. He passes the central square, the old church and the launderette. He walks on searching for something. When...
Mutola
Chivambo loved to tell stories, but this one was his favourite. He told it as often as he could. Some heard it when he was...