January 15, 2015 / Virginia Quarterly Review
Kwame Dawes, Andre Lambertson
"When We Pray," and other poems by Kwame Dawes from his and Andre Lambertson's reporting investigating the experience of living with HIV/AIDS in the Christian Church in Jamaica.
January 6, 2015 / Virginia Quarterly Review
Dimiter Kenarov, Boryana Katsarova
Two performances seem to be taking place in parallel: one inside the theater with actors, and another in the streets outside with soldiers in green balaclavas and no recognizable insignia.
January 6, 2015 / Virginia Quarterly Review
Kwame Dawes, Andre Lambertson
In early December 2013 and early 2014, Kwame Dawes and Andre Lambertson traveled to Jamaica to investigate the experience of people living with HIV/AIDS in the Christian Church.
March 18, 2010 / Virginia Quarterly Review, Untold Stories
Dimiter Kenarov
Print and Image by Dimiter Kenarov, for the Pulitzer Center Baghdad, Iraq
March 14, 2010 / Virginia Quarterly Review, Untold Stories
Dimiter Kenarov
After the post-election glow, Baghdad is back in the real world. The streets are clogged with vehicles honking and people hawking. Men are walking to work (or, more likely, looking for jobs); women...
March 10, 2010 / Virginia Quarterly Review, Untold Stories
Dimiter Kenarov
Three days after Iraqis voted amid a barrage of bombs and Hollywood awarded Kathryn Bigelow’s The Hurt Locker six Academy Awards (including Best Picture and Best Director), I’m at Baghdad’s General...
March 8, 2010 / Virginia Quarterly Review, Untold Stories
Dimiter Kenarov
Under the quarter moon, in the high beams of their armored vehicles, US soldiers are gearing up for the most important day of the Iraq War. Seven years ago, this month, the United States and its “...
March 6, 2010 / Virginia Quarterly Review, Untold Stories
Dimiter Kenarov
Dimiter Kenarov, for the Pulitzer Center Baghdad, Iraq Friday. A day for prayer. Two days before the national elections. Still warm and sunny.
March 5, 2010 / Virginia Quarterly Review, Untold Stories
Dimiter Kenarov
Pickup trucks, SUVs, military trucks, Humvees, fire trucks, ambulances. Honking. Singing. It all looks like a big tailgate party. “If we were in America, there’d be shitloads of beer,” observes Dave...
March 5, 2010 / Virginia Quarterly Review, Untold Stories
Dimiter Kenarov
The sky over Baghdad is deep blue. Last night’s rain has washed the air spick-and-span. The day billows with promise—all green palms and golden mosques. Even the Aerostats, the ominous zeppelin-...
March 4, 2010 / Virginia Quarterly Review, Untold Stories
Dimiter Kenarov
“Lock the rear door.” The voice of our turret gunner is calm, almost weary, like the voice of a steward on a commercial flight from New York to Paris. “Passenger weapon status is amber. Insert...
January 15, 2010 / Virginia Quarterly Review
Marco Vernaschi
A frantic voice came over the radio: a blast had just destroyed Guinea-Bissau's military headquarters.
January 15, 2010 / Virginia Quarterly Review
Narayan Mahon, Tristan McConnell
As we sped through the dusty heat of rural Somaliland on one of the region's few paved roads, an armed escort behind us and the hills of Ethiopia ahead, Dr. Adan Abokor told me his story.

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