Seeing Iceland: An Interview with Gabrielle Motola

Declaiming Poems, Stopping Dams: An Interview with Andri Snær Magnason

Journeys, Images, Belonging: An Interview with Emilie Dalum

The Spirit of a Troubadour: An Interview with Chris Foster

Songs in the Refrigerator: An Interview with Ólöf Arnalds

The Lonely One

In Reykjavík, beside the city streets, a sculpture of a human figure stares at the ground. A flat chest, an asexual body. The figure…

In the Land of Night

Iceland, in winter, is dark.

A View of Reykjafjörður

It was a long journey over multiple mountain passes, through the rain and dark, to reach Reykjafjörður. Its name means “Smoky Fjord.” On a day such as today, it is clear why: drapes of fog hang loosely from the heavens, churning inland, obscuring the far mountains and pillowing the sea…

A Reykjavík Snowfall

When snow falls, the world changes. You turn your eyes upward. Your sense of space takes on an additional dimension, for…

The Geese and the Dreaming

Geese wheeled to pass straight overhead, their honking and flapping resounding in my chest. For a moment, I was…