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A recipe for cupcakes to heal your inner child
For a dozen tasty cupcakes, you will need: 2 eggs, and if those were the last ones in your fridge, I’d suggest you make an...
Marrakech in Summer
Marrakech in summer: unchanging yet fleeting. It sounds red like warmth and sings melodies like a home, built around an old town and growing around...
Solace
Throughout my practice, I explore relationships, loneliness, longing, intimacy and the human urge for physical proximity. Intimacy between people (in friendship, family relationships as well...
Tender Headed
One afternoon in late June, month two of my artist’s residency, I discover a new way into our corner of Fès el-Bali, the ancient city....
Twenty Dollars Fake American, A Foreign Drama
We’re in the back office of a Peruvian lockup, two miles from the border of Ecuador, and I’m pleading with the sergeant in his pressed...
The Trip to Manaoag
When my father was still alive, he would often call me to visit him at our old family home. He was a 75-year-old widower, a...
Embracing Life After Colonial Catastrophe
This composition blends historical events, personal reflections, and critical analysis to underscore the importance of both writing about and decolonising the discourse surrounding the Rif...
Finding a Home Salon
My abuela’s hands were the only ones I trusted with my hair. Growing up in a Dominican hair salon, I was particular about who could...
I Crave New York City
I crave not necessarily the New York City most New Yorkers love. When I am gone, I do not miss the bars, clubs, or crowds....
Bodytalk
I draw patterns with my toes against your blushing feet, I prod your deadened heel and hope you feel the heat, I meet your stodgy...
Sylvie’s Big Bush
When I was in my early 20s, a year or two before I signed my recording deal with Hollywood Records, I found that the best...
Frankly, I’m Yours: Or, Hot Dogs, an International Review
I trudge behind my husband through Rio de Janeiro’s eerily quiet downtown. Leblon, Ipanema, and Copacabana, where we’ve spent the week, has been heaving with...
Idle Pleasures of Zoning Out
Remember James Thurber’s Walter Mitty? That timorous, awkward geezer who slips into a fantasyland, courts danger, and performs a series of heroic feats, while actually...
Down the Road
Welcome to Manchester! You! Yes, you! Alright? We’re starting in town and then heading south. The city centre has always been “town” to us. Here...
Sitka Abecedarian
This lyric essay and prose abecedarian invites you to navigate the tensions between a writer’s impulse to know and to name a place and its...
Cradle Dreaming
There wasn’t much sunlight filtering in but the place still felt like the inside of a cathedral—not only the soaring ceilings and brilliant colours like...
Meeting the Mistress
“Who is she?” I ask in a hesitant whisper, simultaneously dreading the answer and needing to know. Our bedroom is dark, though it’s only 7PM. The...
Watershed
A few years ago, during the Trump administration, I took a job as the doctor at a country music festival. It wasn’t the cast of...
Unlearning the Dead
I tossed in bed, my physical discomfort compounded by the humid heat. My skin was covered in swollen mosquito bites like an unusual form of...
The Surface of a Storm
It is ten days until the Performance Arcade in Wellington, the capital of Aotearoa New Zealand, a hilly, seismic city, wet and grungy and graffiti...
Gezuar
“Gezuar!” my newfound companion says, as he raises his glass toward me, “Cheers!” We clink our tumblers in unison to celebrate the day. Not many...
Footwork
At the end of the Mass, Francis greeted each refugee, one by one, posing for selfies and accepting notes as he moved down the rows...
Contemporary Film Directors: Kore-eda Hirokazu
This book provides an intervention in the English-language criticism on one of the most acclaimed international auteurs working today, Kore-eda Hirokazu (b. 1962). During his...
The Automata Chronicles: The Age of Ghostwriters
MacDonaldStrand’s latest project – a self-published photobook ‘The Automata Chronicles: The Age of Ghostwriters’ – is a contemporary AI-generated fable telling the rise of artificially...
Hiroshi Sugimoto: Time Machine
Leaving the polychromatic Southbank and entering through the doors of the Hayward Gallery I was gently propelled into Hiroshi Sugimoto’s Time Machine. This retrospective exhibition...
Morocco: An Expression of Enchantment
While delving into my archives recently for a series of photomontages entitled A Sense of Place, I discovered a great many pictures I’d taken in...
who's to say my body is not all the world
is there a wetland inside me – an ecosystem all its own, so many species of chlorophyll-filled flora and doe-like fauna living symbiotically within some...
Sleep/Keep
I love that moment between space & time — we float in our own cocoon.
Red Desert (წითელი უდაბნო)
The gift of wings – is it a blessing, or a punishment to become the butt of slaves? Saint-Exupéry will tell me and so will...
Petaluma River
Muzzy overcast day haze on the hills like a hangover fresh green meadows burn tired eyes ahead a string of barges.
Panagrolaimus kolymaenis
For forty-thousand years and more this roundworm had to stay as celibate as monks of yore or nuns of yesterday.
On The Padlock Bridge
My hair is grey but at 5;30pm, it becomes gold. This is city where I watch the parting sun give the lizards the golden colour...
Gustavus Flats
Tide has gone out leaving the Salmon River but a muddy trough. Where river mud meets beach sand at Icy Strait the ground is white...
Gares Poétiques/Estaciones Poéticas/Poetic Stations
Farther down the platform a woman stands shrouded within a black burqua, a thin gold watch shimmering on her wrist.
Estrangement
April 30, 2020, Kilauea erupts. The earth revolts. Naturally, we shudder at the gurney, the frothy volcano and the ice cream truck that stores black...
Deadnettle
Purple towers sprout from the ground. You kept calling them thistle, ushered the boys outside to release some of the stress. Last year, we cleaned...
Breaches
Whenever I see sunlight freckling off the Pacific, I look for waterboys breaching the waves. You may have seen them, skinny, pale, and shy, off the coast on sunny...
Anthony
It is in a place of light and sun that we sit, in a garden of blue skies and pastel flowers. The garden is splashed...
Agape
“Because the whole world before you is like a speck that tips the scales, and like a drop of morning dew that falls on the...
The Souvenir
The rain pelted the window of our Frankfurt hotel room. Late January, dark before dinner. My son, wobbling more than walking at 15 months, discovered...
6 a.m. in California
My husband comes in soaking wet and shivering. I drop the spatula, and shut off the stove, let breakfast burn if it wants to. “What...
Love in an RV
My husband understands an RV will allow us the getaways he needs without sacrificing my presence, a person who wants to be with him but...
Cheating Myself
Italy was supposed to solve everything. When it didn’t, we visited Alaska. Nothing worked, not the best food in the world nor the fear of...
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...
Savage Noble
This coroneted town is like a queen, who, being always with child, has desires of irresistible fury […] She cleaves the world, illuminates it through...
Escape from the Taliban
I was woken by a desperate hammering on the door of our hotel room. I checked my watch. It was a little after ten, the...
Doll's Eye
Wet dawn. The wind moaned. White lightning hooked itself violently into the land. Overnight, the sky had cracked open entirely, rain spilling like grey ink...
Black Ghosts
The three of us were gathered around a counter, eyeing pornographic imagery. A Chinese vendor, a veiled-up Muslim lady from Niger, and me. We were...
From the Edge
‘Die with your boots on, if you’re gonna die.’ Eddie, an old friend of mine, taught me that. He was an ex-marine with three tours...
An Iteration of Reckoning
In this interview, Alton asked Lavinia about The Best Women’s Travel Writing anthology, the nebulous speculated futures of travel literature – in particular, travel writing...
My Brother's War
My Brother’s War tells the story of a soldier, Gary Hines, and his younger sister’s search to understand the circumstances surrounding his life with Post...
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...
Dōzo go-buji de (Have a Safe Trip)
On a rainy night at a hot spring in in Shizuoka, I look out through a yukimi-shoji. This shoji is a paper sliding screen door...