Term: Issue 13: Fire
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Adaptations
The only way I could leave California was to trick myself with a promise to return. I made my vow in Tuolumne Meadows, part of Yosemite...
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...
Death by Fox, Cow or River? Suburbanite in the Yorkshire Countryside
Who’s there? From my house’s mustardy Picasso face, I peer sleepily in the morning through one of its offset eyes. I’m trying to motivate myself...
Then
I When the fires sweep the floor lick the crumbs gorge the feast. When the ribs jut stark skeletal, a scaffolding of scorched tree spines...
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...
In Conversation with Arturo Rodríguez
Being in front of a volcanic eruption, from the perspective of someone who hasn’t been there, might seem like standing on an alien planet. But,...
Sachunterricht
Growing up on two acres next to a lake in upstate New York, I spent many hours outside. Pretending there was quicksand in the reeds,...
A World Burning with Life: On Zoe Schlanger’s The Light Eaters
Back in the 1970s, a book called The Secret Life of Plants exploded onto The NY Times bestseller list, and ironically, set the field of...
Under A Blood Red Sun
Outside, an injured, blood-red sun. You’ve never seen anything like it. You’ve never smelled this smell before: earth on fire. You stand on the narrow...
Buongiorno
“I’m betting airport security is looking through your things,” says my host Ursula over our Italian breakfast, a sugary pastry and full-strength coffee, on her...
Under Your Flaming Shirt
You too might have done this. No, you, of all people, my friend, must have. I say that not just because I relish the security...
Pilgrim's Fire
As I walk farther up Woodenshoe Canyon its walls grow closer together and more sinuous. The floor of the canyon is mostly sand, and the...
Cold Hearths
This is a remote part of the Scottish highlands — an abandoned township two miles from the nearest scrap of civilisation, a seldom-used road. It’s...
Understory
A forest floor self portrait I retreat in primordial wet and slide out with the sun. Of makings and markings and moments of mercy how...
Tropical Delight
Do you remember the night she danced in a red pa’u skirt with a silver clip of starlight in her black hair? Torch Gingers kindled the sky; into...
the evening
the evening, ornamental nightfall a thing of remarkable fire
Self-Portrait Gestalt
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Retrospect
Keep your heart good and forgive me, I did not know where I was. Sometimes there’s just no cliff or landmark of danger. Sometimes you bow before...
Postcards from the Mouth of the Inferno
Months after the last spark is stomped out Lennon and I drive up the Poudre Canyon amidst the stretches of scar tissue. This is what...
Pine Barrens
A June wildfire bruises the sky: 12,000 acres of pines choke and I stand in the drive catching specks of ash in my palm. We...
Pastoral
I say watch the birds flicker, when the sun begins to ease over the horizon. And you say, look at the reflection of pines, over...
Passages
The night, a thicket. The sailors lean their mast Towards the flames that ring the mountain. A leopard’s glowing spots, a celestial map, A trail...
Exploding into a Fantastic Geography
a crossroads is a place you can’t help but come to and can’t help but leave from where Papa Legba sets up his diasporic shop a man could...
Embroidering Maps of Return
In a still solitary, now toilet-less cell, but with real pacing room, the relative freedom facilitates clearer thinking. My mind is on fire
Before the Fire Dies
the shore of Van Auken Lake is everything but quiet. our voices melt together in the crackle & gathered buzz
Tavares Strachan: There is a Light Somewhere
Tavares Strachan’s There is a Light Somewhere show at the Hayward finished at the end of September. It was a stunning show exhibiting the Bahamian’s...
Silk Roads: British Museum
This magnificent exhibition celebrates and expands the concept of the ‘Silk Road’. The derivation of the Silk Road began in the 18th century reflecting on...
Mike Kelley: Ghost and Spirit
This exhaustive survey of Mike Kelley (1954-2021) is frightening, intriguing, loud, funny and very American. It’s packed with his sculptures, videos, models, photographs, and multi-disciplinary...
Hew Locke: what have we here?
‘This is like walking round my head, there is no direct route, choose your own route’, says Hew Locke after two years of collaboration, delving...
Walking to Pho in Hanoi
The unassuming pho shop in question sits just down the road, about 150 paces from my Hanoi apartment. I walk up my green-canopied alley and...
Kre-mas-i
On my way back from Sidemen to Canggu, the traffic barely moved. Otherwise empty rural roadsides were packed, bike to bike, bumper to bumper. I...
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...
What I Thought I Had
My father’s property sat at the end of the newly cut Dream Farm Road—a steep rutted track through uncut forest, bordered by the Point Reyes...
I Walk in the Dark Because the British AI Lady Told Me So
The bug-eyed black goldfish, Sukoshi (which means “little-bit” in Japanese) wiggles his pretty lacy tail goodbye as I sneak out the front door of my...
Kamata: A Place for Dumplings in a Laundromat
In Japan, Mr. Shirota is a famous bluegrass banjo player. Yes, I will be picking up several of his CDs to bring back to Eastern...
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,...
On Parties Gone Wrong
Our world was shaped by WWII. The conflict, which spanned the globe, and the order that came after it, shaped the way we now think...
Appalachian Fire: Activism in Demon Copperhead
Demon Copperhead is on fire. And he’d rather die than let that flame go out. From the moment he arrives – blue and cold and...
The Autumn Light that Still Sears through You, Long after It is Gone
Soon after he learned he was dying, my father told me he loved autumn light, so I kept sending photos: yellow aspens glowing in dark...
Burning Love
Nargis was a hugger. She gravitated towards my mother, nestling within the warmth of her arms. Her father, my uncle, drowned his evenings in whiskey,...
Fingers Stretched Out Towards The Sun
In Green Unpleasant Land: Creative Responses to Rural England’s Colonial Connections (2020), postcolonial literary scholar Corinne Fowler named Louisa Adjoa Parker along with other writers...
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...
Issue 13 Fire: Contributors
See all contributors to the Fire issue inc. acclaimed photographer Arturo Rodríguez, Louisa Adjoa Parker, Alton Melvar M. Dapanas, Yoko Nogami, Sara Shah, and more.