Term: 2018
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Finding My Way in the Night Sky
Bundled in a snow-suit, I am lost in the twilight sky as the familiar star patterns emerge. I point my new two-inch aperture telescope at...
Syria
O beloved, you are dying of a broken heart. The women wail in the street. The rice is scattered and the lentils spilt. The good...
Havana
The shelves in the art deco bookshop are empty. We walk down to the malecón to bear witness to the slow erosion of the day...
Chokoza and Dead Things
A man at work today said to me, “Umenichokoza.” Meaning: you have provoked me/ Meaning: You have offended me. Meaning: my small breasts flailing around...
Green Apples and Winter Strawberries
Because the bus stopped there, a green apple on a street stall came to me, summer now gone. Its face was shining next to a...
Atlases & Almanacs
Liberation is concentric circles shifting landscapes and geography, bringing what is out in and pushing what is in out. active displacement/replacement lives in movement, relationship—dynamic...
Drinking Midnight in the Afternoon
We picked blueberries instead of brambles, our fingers bled black juice—we were babies suckled on midnight milk. The afternoon smelled of cobbler, smelled of store-bought...
The Third Raven
When Flóki Vilgerdarson set out from Denmark with his family in search of a rumoured land beyond the Faeroe Islands, he brought three ravens. It...
The Light Between Worlds
My grandmother was 4 feet and 10 inches on a good day with a head full of short, bouncy curls and a laugh that sounded...
The Next Cross
I only count when the going is tough and on this, the second day of our 8-day backcountry ski expedition in northern Sweden, the going...
Becoming Pirate Mama: Rethinking Life As a Single Mom
The wind blows fierce at 25 knots, strong enough for a Coast Guard small craft advisory. We’re heading straight into the wind, so we must...
A Walk to the End of the Croft
A gaggle of wise-eyed Blackface Sheep watch my husband and me bustle into neon yellow boiler coats and black, knee-high wellies. The boiler coat is...
Buenos Aires, Argentina
When I stepped off the plane in Buenos Aires, I smelt burnt tires, smog and a dash of sea salt. The immigration agent saw my...
Parks Highway, Denali National Park, Alaska
Once, I wrote an imaginary break-up note in part to my partner, but more to the place we live: “It’s not you, dear, it’s the...
Zagreb, Croatia
The street I live on has two blocks and one intersection. It is lined with American hackberry trees which turn verdant from spring through fall,...
In Conversation with Andrew Evans
Sunlight streams through the plate glass windows of The Dupont Circle Hotel’s elegant café on a Thursday during the quiet time between lunch and happy...
Losing, Lost, Finding, Found
The compass originates in China during the Han Dynasty (2nd c BC-1st c AD), and was called a “south-governor,” used not for navigation but fortune...
Tacos Arabes
In the late 1990s, my husband and I moved to Guadalajara, Mexico as he was attending the local medical school. In our early twenties, California-raised...
Lost and Found in St Margaret’s Hope
A silver acorn attached to a pocket watch, Pict skeletons under the floorboards, an ornate façade covering a concrete bunker, the tweeting from inner walls...
Lost in an Empty Land
As an artist-writer adapting Paul Klee’s approach of ‘taking a line for a walk’, I like to lose myself in a landscape. Foot becomes pen;...
A Walk Among Signs: Berlin’s Places of Remembrance
The German verb erinnern was always one of the hardest for me to master. First there were its multiple syllables, without a hint as to...
Psychogeographer
I live in a city of water – on shipping containers where men sit on duka-fronts sipping ganja tea & amphibious trucks sail downstream tailgates...
October Beaches and the Palette of Days
Back in Marseille, it’s still possible to swim in the late reaches of October. The water, not being oceanic, stays warm, and like the temperature...
VONA Travels Journal
I’m on my way to India again, but this time it’s a little different. In a few days, I will fly to India with my...
An Introduction to VONA Travels
I am thrilled to join the Panorama masthead as Senior Editor for VONATravels, a new section featuring graduates of the VONATravel Workshop. Five years ago,...
Going the Way of the Qivittoq
I sat alone in a cosy cabin perched atop a small hill on the banks of Nuuk fjord. Locals called it Ghost City because the...
The Princess and the Shipbuilder
He’s drunk. I don’t know how I know that. Personal space in South Korea feels non-existent. The Asian ‘bubble’ is a few inches rather than...
Getting to Darat Al Funun
To get to Darat al Funun ask the concierge at your hotel to write the name in Arabic so that your taxi will drop you...
Looking for Lorca
In Spain, they are looking into neglected corners of the national psyche. They are rummaging their collective memory, retelling their history, prying into wounds that...
The Face of the Little Girl
On my way to work on Friday, 5th October, 2016, I used the rough path leading to the main road from my house on Quarry...
La Parada
Peach-hued clouds slash across the Mexican sky like a rip in a banner of grey-blue fabric as night falls. Hovering in the darkness, the illuminated...
City of a Different Sunlight
Here is the spot on the highway towards Albuquerque, where I stood with my thumb out and my bike helmet held over my heart as...
In Conversation with Max Sher
I first met Max Sher at the Calvert 22 Gallery in London. He had been invited to share images from his long-term ongoing photography project,...
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...
Don’t Meet Me in St Louis
In July 1961 Grace Bumbry strode onstage at the Bayreuth Festival. She was 24, and had earned positive reviews at a few major opera houses...
Hoja And His Shadow: Deconstructing Orhan Pamuk's White Castle
The White Castle by Orhan Pamuk is a mystifying tale of confused identity, self-reflection, and a world caught between two versions of itself. More than...
You Must (Not!) Set Forth at Dawn
There are cities that never sleep. I was raised in one: Lagos. So you can imagine the rude awakening that awaited me in this new...
A Tour of Memories
It is expected you would know a city where you have lived all your life by heart; it would seem natural if you knew it...
They Are Not Brown Roofs, They Are Rusted
I first visited Ibadan in a poem, in the J.P. Clark poem quoted above. I hadn’t quite grasped the significance or spirit of the poem...
Letter from Panjim
It is just past 10pm on a weekday evening when I do something unusual. My son is safely in bed, dreaming of Legos and superheroes....
Letter from Hong Kong
I grew up during the ‘90s, just as the British colony of Hong Kong was being handed back to China. With the official handover in...
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...
Nigerians Travel: Travel Beyond National Geographic
The fondest memories of my childhood were preceded by the phrase “Let’s go on a drive,” an open sesame always spoken by my father. It...
Letter from Nairobi
At the foot of the small dusty hill between Naivasha Road and Gitanga Road, I watched an elderly woman knit. Needles clicked and fingers coaxed...
The Essence of Bourdain
In the aftermath of a catastrophe, such as a suicide, it is so much easier to be reminiscent and melancholy. We wallow in the why...
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....