CREATIONS BY UNDER THE DOME
Previous Works Published in UTD
Art by Cooper Griffiths
BLOODLETTING
Talyn Torres
When will my name be written if not by my own hand?
Paige Ottosen
Art: Hannah Kynaston
SIMULTANEOUS WANTS
Darienne DeBrule
I want to be connected. Connected to the world without the use of keyboards and pretentious screens, to diverse people, radiant energies, eloquent writing, meticulous reading,
and all the things that make me feel superior and inferior at once.
I crave chocolate-chip cookies, hot dripping comfort that melts on tongue and crumbles
between teeth to gum while my brain simultaneously associates the sweetness
with a future visit to the family dentist.
I long for lazy evenings after high-stress days involving an abundance of tedious school work,
even breaths between the roaring cheers of the hopeful crowd,
little smiles when you see your favorite teammate driving to their unknown destination
on a sunny Saturday morning, thighs touching in comfortable silence:
a book, a Sprite, (a boy), a bubble of all people and things.
I dream to love unconditionally, to be love, to have love, to give to every living thing all kinds of love
for all kinds of people: friends and strangers and family and ex-lovers and all those in between.
To make people smile through thorough conversation and abstract cooperation,
to be a robust and nourishing presence.
I want silliness. I want nonsense and alluring laughter and to not make sense.
I desire to travel and journey and wander until there is nothing left to see or experience
in this infinite, ungraspable little world. To be all in.
RESFERBER
Carly Fisher
Art by Colton Sorenson and Natalee Wright
Sweat drips.
Hearts race.
Our minds are everywhere…Nowhere?
Excitement leads to confusion.
The fever sets in.
Travel fever.
It’s an illness: a manifestation of every worry
we, our parents, and our friends have ever confessed
about our irresponsible endeavors.
We have no specific destination in mind.
We only know that we aim to find ourselves.
Anxiety and anticipation become tightly entangled,
far beyond the point of distinction.
More than anything else, we’re excited.
Silent prayers compact the seemingly empty air
filled with the hope that this journey becomes
everything our dreams said it would and our families warned us
it wouldn’t.
We’re scared.
About that there is no doubt.
Do we care?
No.
About that there is no doubt.
Resferber: Swedish for “restless traveller”