Divided Heart Written by Guadalupe Vial Ulloa How do two homes become one does the yearning ever leave? Do the worlds ever meet? Or will I have to live today forward forever missing when I’m not here, when I’m not there. From the mountains to the coulees Where and when do the lakes meet the sea? Does the course ever stop, or will I flow endlessly? My heart which belonged only to the land that fed me plenty of bread, and cradled me in the valley between the mountains. Has lost a bit of itself to this bit of the world, floated down the Old Man River and found itself…
Lupi the Rattlesnake Written by Guadalupe Vial Ulloa I stand up in a foreign room In this icy continent so far from mine, and I cry thinking of all the ones that I left behind in burning land. I talk in a strange tongue a language that makes my throat burn, my feet hurt all day long by the stairs I met two weeks ago. I am no one, not a friend or a daughter, nor a lover or a sister. Just a mispronounced name in the system. New names, new culture. Old habits, old torture. ADHD my best friend since first grade, the reason I lost a tooth and…
The Weight of ZIllenialism and The Green Knight Written by Benjamin Wiebe Introduction This is the first part of a series of articles introducing the concept of Zillenialism and how we perceive art and film through the lens of lost identity. The challenge with covering this topic, for me, has been the dread I feel in interrogating my own ways of processing loss. In August, I wanted to write a version of this article that was a tribute to my five friends who passed away in July. By October, I wanted to do an entire study of art about loss and grief and talk about the seven stages of grief.…
