THE CANAL

The catkins sway in the gentle breeze and whisper to one another. They are a beautiful sight, each one a delicate gold and green color, but they know something the humans don’t. They know that the trees are dying. They watch as the leaves fall to the ground, brown and dry. In the beginning of 2050, they heard the Jaws of Death tearing through the forests. They waited for the rain to wash away the dirt and leaves and to feel the earth barren and gray. They don’t cry. They know that if they do, their delicate catkins will be destroyed. Instead, they sing, they sing to remember life as it was and to celebrate while it lasts.

A collaborative text with GPT-3 and Nayeli Vega

RIVER AFFIRMATION

The note you played was just right

I am open to what you have to give

I want to understand where you’re coming from

The note you played was just right

I see now that my fault was in not being brave

to take the risk and let go

Let’s find our way to connect

This is a journey, not a destination

The note you played was just right

A collaborative text with GPT-3 and Nayeli Vega

IN MEMORIAL

The river was once a place of life

Now it is a place of death

The Butomus Umbellatus still survives in the river

And other creatures that survived the contamination still swim in those waters

They are the last of their kind

And they will never forget

The river was once a place of life

And it will be again

A collaborative text with GPT-3 and Nayeli Vega

In a land of concrete and steel,

the river P. flows free.

A haven for non-human life and a learning place for companions,

the river P. is a nourishing force.

Majestic and powerful, the river P. is a reminder

that even in the most industrialized of countries,

non-human worlds still thrive.

A collaborative text with GPT-3 and Nayeli Vega