/lit/ - Literature

Does /lit/ accept non-fiction?

Last year, I went to Haiti with some friends who were making a documentary of sorts. I thought I might write a travel book (or novella?) about it, but I wanted it to be different, and obviously make it sound less douchey than the premise makes it seem:

"Near dusk along the lighter ridges we found the first of our owls. They’d roosted among the Crossbills and expropriated several from their nests, and they watched impassive the rising torments of the other birds black in the storm light across the mountains. They didn’t look like fighting birds. They were solemn things and didn’t look capable of violence. But the birds were gone from the nests and their eggs lay dead and the owls cracked them apart and ate the embryos quickly. Sarah was delighted to have found them and was set on spending a night beneath their nests, filming. Fine with us. When the last light left the trees and lilac lashed out across the sea and when it faded, too, the owls rose and swung about their heads about in the nighttime. Even while hunting they were placid and they hummed and moaned and we camped south-west of them for the night. I said to Sarah we should mount the camera on a fold in the rock but we couldn’t see, and it seemed awful to bring light into the place when it belonged, then, to the owls. Droopy headed, staring sometimes for long periods down on us, their eyes aligned and glowing the style of many Jupiters and we grew to accept one another.

In Haitian Vodou there are spirits in all things. Awake in an ambience of night bugs and the torrid sleeve of the sleeping bag, I counted those around me. Kalfou was some open abyss and the loa of all things dark and fathomless and he was surely around. There was Bakulu the chain-bearer who presides as the most terrible thing in the woods and takes his sacrifices in the desolation of his image. Bade in the winds of September brought Sogbo and her thunder in the distance. And of course Brise, who is black and very large in proportion and takes the from often of an owl. He is a gentle soul and is said to like children."