NON|FICTIONS

essays and explorations

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  • Coatepeque Nightswimming

    Coatepeque Nightswimming

    When I’m out of words, out of context (as I was so often in Salvador), my memory turns visceral: I remember the oozing feel of warm bottom sludge. I remember the way my body glowed an eerie white in the moonlight, the stark contrast of my skin against greased black water, a shard of bone…