I’m a planner. Always have been. I keep lists and lists within my lists. I covered one kitchen wall with chalkboard paint to accommodate...

“Chai khordi?” asked Khanum Poshti, inquiring whether I’d had tea during another slow afternoon in Farhang Markaz Maslakh. Focusing on...

We met them on an unpaved mountain road in the Safed Koh range, an ill-defined area of 15% inhabited features like small farms,...

In La Candelaria neighborhood of Bogotá, the graffitied walls demand. Plead. Mock. Laugh.Hallucinate. Insist. Never have walls had so...

Six months before you died of leukemia we arrived, defying medical advice, insomnious in Edinburgh airport on the red-eye from Chicago....

Mick, Pat, me: 1962 Behind Mick’s house was a park with the usual poorly maintained play equipment which on an annual basis accounted for...

By my fifth afternoon in Pattaya City sunshine has tattooed the exposed layers of my skin. Shadows created by metallic hotels and palm...

The police had closed Tiger Leaping Gorge for four days due to inclement weather. This was my last chance to do the walk before flying...

Lauren Alex O'Hagan Cork, Ireland, July 2022 In July, I went on a pilgrimage. A pilgrimage to the Emerald Isle. Cork City, to be precise....

Poem by Oluwasegun Kuforiji This is a journey we'll embark on, we'll both thread on the perky roads with our bare feet, alone as we...

Padre Island, Texas, 2022: It is New Year’s Day, chilly and blustery, the kind of beach day bordering on miserable. I am ready to leave,...

I live in Maine, a perfectly nice place. One of the more picturesque entities in the United States, with acres of uninhabited land, an...

In April 1925 the British explorer Percy Fawcett, his son Jack and Jack’s friend Raleigh Rimell left Cuiaba, a frontier town in the...

After a long, humid wait, a tray-backed truck appeared with squawking chickens in a wire cage on the back. The tiny driver jumped out...

People are absent from my photographs. Can’t take them. And if I did, I would be doing them a disservice. Them or more likely the...

The travel agent in early 1983 had nicotine-stained fingers, an oily comb-over and a frayed, yellow shirt-collar. His eyes said he was...

I have been a big Rory Gallagher fan since I first heard ‘Blister on the Moon’ in Year 11 at school in 1970. Five years later I saw him...

A battered airport shuttle drops us off at 2am in front of the Gateway to India. Mumbai opens her arms to us slowly. At dawn the sun...