One Love in children bornfrom a mother’s voice calm as a riverin Ghana; a father’s hands roughas Scotland’s shale; a brother’s armsstrong as bamboo from Shaanxi ; a sister’sshoulders resilient as banyans from Nepal. One Love is whispering streams,waving ferns, winding roads through greenvalleys that surprisewith a drop into turquoise waters. One Love is the fathers...
When you find yourself in a faraway landsurrounded by men, animals that mutter strangesounds, do not be afraid: neither you, your parents, nor your ancestors have ever been alone.So trust the earth to bear you up, followthe wind as it leads you through valleys clustered with trees heavy with fruit –some that seem familiar enough to eat,but you still aren’t sure they are the same as the ones you...
Ma sœur,sous un fouillis de lingeries,a dérobé ce cadeauaux ardents rayons X de la douaneet a mis en gage son nomsur le registre, sa signatureprécise comme les sillonsdu bout de ses doigts.Le flacon est resté cachésur l’étagère avec, de mon oncle,la collection de pierres de l’étangoù il pêchait ses terreux reflets désabusésavant que les bars ne lui bouffent le foie ;avec les épines que ma tante...