Homes turned furnace. Screaming dogs, burning forests, raining bombs... 

Fading like fireflies, rushing past our destiny, we lose...

blind me and bury me with shiny things and glaring screens so I don't see my broken heart. clutter my thoughts with...

When the birds once more are singing and the blaring metal monsters stopped screaming, I have found...

Why have you left your Turtle Island home and spread your arms over Mzansi, our land of gold and sunshine turned silver frost. Will this winter wonderland become our hungerland? 

I see the forests worshipped in their tall grandeur shading families from the scorching sun... From Colombia to Lenapehoking, this is Home 

Atchafalaya waiting for you to come as you are and leave different...

Coming to the South I wonder, where did all the stories go? Like a giant library the marsh mud holds legends of old times, the trees...

He said if growing up means giving up, then I’d rather stay a child seeing a world full of beauty, hoping for the future...

Sun streaks peak through the blanket of clouds, painting the sky with rainbows: there is no color like the smell of damp earth. We dance...

I wish the moon would swallow me whole so I can bathe in the illuminescence of her white belly, so I can float weightlessly amongst lotus...

She shakes as her elephant skin is pierced with drills. In her majesty she swats away the mighty man as if he is no more than a housefly...

Our mother, she cries, with unceasing tears. She sobs for hours, for days, for weeks. We hear the thundering beat of her broken heart as...

We sing until we choke on the ashes of bleeding forests, we run until our lungs are filled with soot and our hearts sink into the depths...

Born of angels - not a mother, not a father - raised by love incarnate in a vivid world without color, where the harsh contrasts of white on black cease to frame the grainy faces...

Le soleil d’été, les beaux jours dont on rêve dans les peintures. Les Romantiques, les Impressionnistes n’ont jamais vu les Français périr un jour d’été...