Killed himself so she could live
His heart now hers
Returned to life reprogrammed
Old pals now enemies
A killer reunion
Where no one dies
Two paths bloodied by a setting sun


Planet G: Letter 3

Aqua Diaries

Our luck has changed so much so quickly. Immigration police appeared in the night and began making arrests. Kurama was caught by one of the thugs. That’s when I attacked the cop allowing Kurama and the kids to escape. My heroics were rewarded by an assault of metal clubs and rubber boots. Somehow I managed to roll off the train in the midst of the beating and hobbled into the forest.

But it’s strange, even though I had to have been running towards the trees, I swear it was as if the trees were running towards me. As if their branches and vinesĀ  reached for me and pulled me into them. I know that sounds crazy. I was probably just hallucinating the whole thing. The forest sheltered me until my wounds healed and I was off again. This time by water.

The Malti river flows right through the heart of Olmecca City and out into the Atlantic. Olmecca is located in the free lands so if I can ride the current and dock before the waters empty me into the Atlantic I will be a free man. I have hope the kids are alright wherever they are. They are a smart bunch, free and flexible like water.

Let the river guide you,


Planet G: Letter 2

The Heart Diaries

Upon entering the town of Lados, I heard tales from other travelers that the farmer’s held underground markets where illegal goods were bought and traded. The farmer’s market seemed as good as any to get the seeds off my back so I decided to go there. I’ve decided to cross the border by train to the free lands. There are many with the same intention as my own. We all have different reasons for crossing over but are united in our common plight for a better life. We’ve come to regard the train as “the beast.”

The beast can easily ferry you to the free lands but can even easierly devour you. Many have lost their lives riding the beast. Some say that it is no accident, that the thunderous roar of the beast lures its victim over the edge until they are snatched away under its round teeth and devoured. I’ve also met a group of young kids traveling together.

There is a fat one named Chaco, he seems to share your spirit. The way he talks and his mannerisms remind me exactly of you Tutsi. Very soon now we will reach the free lands, I can feel it in my bones. When we arrive Chaco, Kurama, and Fe’ promised to watch over me and help me find medicine to save you. Ha! Can you imagine it? Your Dad being adopted by a band of rugrats. If there is anything that I’ve learned to be true in this life it’s that the love of children can light the darkest of despairs.

We are all of the same heart,


Planet G: Letter 1

I have come from beyond the border and faced many hardships to get where I am now. To finally meet you all is an honor beyond words. I hope that in hearing my tale you understand my mission and why I cannot accept defeat. For those who have never lived under the tyranny of the State, I will start at the very beginning.



No one saw it coming until it was too late. One by one the corporations began controlling every aspect of our lives. Education, religion, even the foods we ate, nothing was sacred. It was now against the law to read from texts that were not officially endorsed by the Department of Education. Practicing medicine or even growing your own food would serve you time in prison by the Food and Drug Administration. And forget about protesting your rights. The 1st Amendment was the first to go out the window followed by all the others and finally the constitution itself.

There are only two types of existence now. Slavery under the State or freedom under the stars. Both come at a heavy price. I was just another slave stater up until a few months ago. That’s when I stumbled upon my Great Grandfathers’ old jacket. In it containing pre-genetically engineered seeds and a jade ring.

The seeds could take care of my family for generations making us wealthier than the corporations but they’d also get us killed just as fast. Not to mention finding a buyer with the stacks necessary. I was all ready to toss the tiny burdens before they gave me trouble until my daughter Tutsi caught the cancer disease. The only thing remotely close to a cure was leagues beyond my price range.


That’s when I decided, I would sell the seeds to raise enough money to cure my daughter, All I needed to do is cross the border. The free lands were the home of the farmers. Approaching them could end my life but if there was anyone that could help it would be them. I never had a great relationship with my own parents and often didn’t understand the choices they made but I understand now how the love of a child can make you chase the impossible.

We are all of oneĀ  heart,