A Chain of Salps
The summer I first remember the salps arriving, I was eleven. The sea grew thick with them. Overnight, illuminated by ripples of phosphorescence, the tide had pulled and spread the clear bodies along the Long…
Bellingham Review Contributor
Emily Boudreau is a middle school English teacher and writer living in Los Angeles. A former staff writer for the Harvard Graduate School of Education’s “Usable Knowledge” blog, this is her first literary publication. She is a graduate of Boston’s GrubStreet Essay Incubator program.
The summer I first remember the salps arriving, I was eleven. The sea grew thick with them. Overnight, illuminated by ripples of phosphorescence, the tide had pulled and spread the clear bodies along the Long…