Chantal G. Hardy: "Crusoe's Archipelago"
Chantal G. Hardy: "Down Hollows, Up Rises"
Chantal G. Hardy: "Some Ship Saw an Island Being Born"
Chantal G. Hardy: "The Beaches Were All Lava"
Chantal G. Hardy: "Mountains Should Really Not Protrude in City Streets"
Chantal G. Hardy: "The Whole Place Hissed"
Chantal G. Hardy: "Can the Countries Pick Their Colors?"