Term: Issue 06: War & Peace
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Photo Essay: The War is Still Alive
Three decades have passed since the end of the Iran-Iraq war, but many mothers are still waiting for the return of the remains of lost...
Photo Essay: Brave Hearts
As a Yemeni woman, I’m fascinated by the beautiful spirit of my fellow countrywomen. For eleven years I have travelled throughout Yemen and photographed Yemeni...
Telltale
What eventually stayed was a detail you never got to name: what the eyes meant when they flashed like enemies, protecting lie after lie, or...
Wars, No Peace
With all that’s been happening in this country I will always call home, people like me who live overseas are less likely to want to...
War-Torn
“This is a very nice place,” said Aya, our Cambodian intern, one long breath after the big, red Rural bus dropped us off the highway...
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...
Sugarlandia, In A Bubble
Five months into a mid-career gap year, I traveled to Bacolod, the capital city of Negros Occidental, Sugar Bowl of the Philippines. “Why not go...
Alpha
Something. Sight. Depth. Water quickly making sense. Plot. Coastlines. Animals emerging. Flight and fall. Ground and collision. Tone. Exposure and gradations. The relenting of dark....
Bleeding Heart
We all heard the shots, a faint crack at first, then growing louder and more insistent, like a parade with the drummer gone wild. I...
Monsoon Mansion, Election Day
I had almost forgotten that I was in some kind of war when I woke up on the first day of summer break to Norman...
Lisbon, Portugal
An old woman perches atop a fifth-storey window. Her elbows rest on the wooden frame, once painted—now chipping, the remnants of burgundy flaking off more...
São Paulo, Brazil
Waldemar Adelino da Silva was one of nearly 26,000 Brazilian soldiers, called expedicionários, who fought under the command of US forces in northern Italy during...
A Stranger at Home: An Essay on Noo Saro-Wiwa’s Looking for Transwonderland
On reading Noo Saro-Wiwa’s Looking for Transwonderland, I find myself thinking about the notion of being a stranger at home, negotiating places you are supposed...
An Interview with Paul Kenyon
I’ve often thought that the interview is a separate genre of literature, right up the with the trio of poetry, prose and drama, above ‘genre’...
confessions made in this
A confession was made in this alley | my blurry sight | after students climbed onto the tower | bottle spins | old woman refused...
Big Bodies
It is almost dark. In the river the frog croak, and the innocent grass have pushed forth their many alluring trap, and the water is...
Artists in the Honeycomb
After June Jordan honeycomb in the water – one second breath is like living must be aggression slow it down. slow. it will stop. like...
A Trip to Zanzibar
An island a heart of weathered stone, ninety minutes from the sovereign shore. Step into its warm embrace, listen to the winds carried with the...
Euclid Avenue in Spring
Today the six lanes on the road are uncluttered. A chorus of cars falls into place – twenty-seven miles an hour to miss the red...
The Eagle and the Phoenix
What was once the sulfuric taste of mortar blasts or the iron tint of blood has become the taste of red peppers. Cigarette smoke has...
On Cultural Identity and the Caucasus
There was a heaviness in Tbilisi, that of a national past weighing on the present in an unresolved way. Conflicted memories of Georgia’s history –...
Nobody Works on Mayday: War & Peace in Sarajevo
Nobody works on May Day, or Prvi Maj as we say here. It’s like Christmas and every bank holiday you ever heard of, rolled into...
The Complacency of Place
The path is marked at regular intervals by plaques bearing the symbol of the journey, a scallop half-shell, set into walls and street signposts. My...
Inis: Water Meadow
It is Samhain, the threshold between summer and winter, light and dark, this world and the otherworld, and I am standing at the top of...
The Postcard
I live at the base of the Eiffel Tower, my windows framing the symbol of France like borders of a postcard. Every night on the...
Fernweh
The first week of my freshman year of college I found myself stumped by a question I had never been asked before. ‘Where are you...
The Catalan Lottery Ticket
It is February, 1974, a year before Generalissimo Franco’s demise. Things are tense in Barcelona. The angst is muffled by Catalan defiance and big city...
There’s No Place
Emma says home is where I am, and I say that my home is where she is. Sometimes, we joke that the spot she nuzzles...
Privilege
It’s Saturday morning and I’m heading for the farmer’s market in my town, which is two miles from my house. From June through November, this...
Treatable Deaths Are Also Violence
In 2009, after completing my medical residency at a county hospital in Los Angeles I signed up to split my time between San Francisco and...
Dar Papaya: On Travelling While Colombian
The first time I left Colombia, I was six. We were on our way to visit Walt Disney World in Orlando, Florida, and our first...
Friendship Park
As usual in December, the dirt road to Friendship Park is washed out from a rainstorm, so we walk the mile to the La Posada...
The Red Hand of Ulster
‘Do you know where the red hand comes from?’ Six American heads shake from side to side. ‘An ancient king cut off his hand and...
The Count
Scene: Chino, a town of subdivisions and cattle pens—without traffic, less than an hour away from Los Angeles. At 8am, a pungent manure scent hangs...
Yan Wang Preston: Interview and Images
The Yangtze River begins in Tibet and runs the length of China, dissecting the nation into North and South. At 6380 km long, it is...
Common Ground
The sky was pale mauve-blue, as it can only be in the earliest days of the spring. We stopped for sandwiches and tea kept lukewarm...
Alone in Porto
Seagulls fly overhead, adding to the mystique of Porto, the second city of Portugal. From my balcony in Rua do Almada, a side street in...
In Memoriam
Almost accidentally, we pulled into the car park at Stoneyfield Farm, to a path on the headland of Stornoway Harbour. It was a path I’d...
Cupertino, California
Homestead Road was not entirely unfamiliar to me when I first moved to the neighbourhood where it begins, at the cusp of two Silicon Valley...
New Mexico Relics, 2015
From White Sands Missile Range Museum, I drive east on US Route 70 still mulling over the displays: colourful missiles arrayed like playground toys in...
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...
The Unnamed and the Unspeakable
Of our country’s 7,461 islands, only 2,000 are inhabited and about 5,000 are yet to be named. But the population of the Philippines today, by...