Illaria Dana, Education Major

Three Colors

Three Colors are films I watched in my dad’s living room when no one was home. I watched Blue three times, and red four more. It took me two years to watch White.

White is a story of redemption. A man fakes his death for a former lover. He must destroy her perception to be restored (back in her arms).

In the morning I left my mentor for another. She said this is how it works, in an ideal situation, and warned me about thinking there was something wrong (inherent in me). When I left her house, I wanted to yell. The woods stood moving in the wind. The sound that came out was a quiet thing.

It took me nineteen months and sixteen days to remember this much. Each time I hear wind chimes I smile to myself. The bell on my porch sounds in the wind. I shake my head back and forth. Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh until the bell stops. There’s just the sound of air passing by (skin).

It has taken me 19 mos and 16 days to remember that by 2:00 pm, on a Friday, I’ve had no water. I drink standing up in large gulps so that the water spills down my lips, onto my shirt onto the floor.

Some people have no drinking water.

It takes the heart of a saint to ride the bus. All saints have broken hearts (restored in the arms of some savior?). There is no such thing is an absent heart, a heart of gold, a broken heart.

Arrhythmia, compared to what? A normal, pumping thing.

The clock was wrong. It was 1:58.

Spark

By Garrick Hoffman, Liberal Arts Major

This is just a notion in an ocean

A spark illuminated by the storm of mind

Chosen, summoned, and brought to life

For me to erect, for you to befriend