The Cold Breath of Silence
The air in the high mountains tastes like iron and crushed ice. It is a sharp, metallic sting that settles at the back of the throat, reminding you that you are small and that the world is vast. I remember the feeling of wool against my skin,…
Children of Santa Anita by Tyler Malone
The Santa Anita coffee farm (La Finca Santa Anita) was settled as part of the peace treaty negotiated between the government and rebels which ended Guatemala's civil war. The land was given to former rebel soldiers so they could make a living…
Salt on the Skin
The air here tastes of crushed shells and cold, deep water. It is a sharp, metallic tang that clings to the back of the throat, the kind of scent that arrives just before a storm breaks. I remember the feeling of sand between my toes—not…