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Quills
2013
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Quills
DEVELOPMENT EDITORS
Tara Adams, Elizabeth Bostwick, Jennifer Ellis, Jade Fitch,
Emily Goza, Darricka Malone, Bethany May, Michael David
Measel, Bianca Pollard, Jennika Smith, Jasmine Williams
PRODUCTION EDITORS
Tara Adams, Elizabeth Bostwick, Jennifer Ellis, Jade Fitch,
Emily Goza, Darricka Malone, Bethany May, Michael David
Measel, Bianca Pollard, Jennika Smith, Jasmine Williams
GRAPHIC DESIGN
Jennika Smith
PHOTOGRAPHY
Restless Photography by Adam Peterson (www.therestlessone.com)
Jennika Smith
TABLE OF CONTENTS
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I Believe
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Emily Kearns
20
Deana Nall
Town Hall
27
James C. Wilson
36
Christine Stuckey
225,412 Miles
47
Mark Isbell
She Waits
57
An Exercise in Remembering
61
Lacey C. Thacker
65
Jessica Sahene
77
Deana Nall
82
Mary Stuart
89
Heather Haile
Survivor
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Ian Bennett
100
Bobby Coleman
(W)AILINGS
III
(HEART)(BEATS)
II
(SILENCES)
IV
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Kids
Michael Schackel
117
Jessica Sahene
128
Red Bam
141
Lacey C. Thacker
147
Shoes
Paul Scott
153
Crooked Tree
Samantha Scheiman
159
James Wilson
172
Jodi Whitehurst
188
Paul Scott
191
My Piece of paradise
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Contributors
and Submission
Guidelines
HARMONIES
((ECHO))SYSTEMS
FOREWORD
Quills and Pixels 2013 brings together a cacophony of sounds: a bubbling
water fountain, whipping helicopter blades, the crackling of a dry field on
fire, a whirling tutu, the pounding of adrenaline, angry insects, a loved one
lending an ear, the wailing of conscience, the voice of a bullied child, the harmony of team work, the whiff of a flying dart, pounding hearts, painful notes
of sickness, quiet after disaster, innocence lost, injustice inflicted, screaming
tires and breaking glass, crying, laughter, the loud-ringing emptiness of places
where voices cannot be heard, the earth as it whispers its cycles of sowing and
reaping.
Inside these sounds are stories that emerge, escape, circle away, and then
return, transformed by telling and hearing into a symphony of experience.
Each tale adds its own peculiar notes, its chords and progressions to the
rich and rhythmic whole, bringing beauty and wonder, even to lifes hardest
movements.
In (Silences), we hear that speaking up isnt always about volume. We keep
silent by choice or by oppression; our voices are muffled, or we are unable to
speak at all. We endure silences or hold up our hands up when no one else
will ask necessary questions. We speak truth to the powerful and discover that
breaking silence can be the most profound act of bravery.
Then begins a soft, steady drumming. Love and family, departure and return,
gain and loss are the (Heart)(beats) that measure our days and regulate their
rhythms. Loud crashes and shattering glass, soft purrs, long pauses, sweet
cries from a newborn. These are the beats we know most intimately, and they
resonate the longest, from the instant we begin to the moment we end.
Too soon, soft beats become (W)ailings, whimpers from the bathroom floor,
growling stomachs, a retina tearing, whispered prayers, medevac blades cutting the sky to pieces, bodies fading and falling. And then come the deep,
Emily Goza
Darricka Malone
Bethany May
Michael David Measel
Bianca Pollard
Jennika Smith
Jasmine Williams
(W)AILINGS
III
(W)AILINGS
Deana Nall
Heather Hailie
Survivor
Ian Bennett
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I had gotten pregnant. Thats all I had done.
Just a few weeks earlier, I had stumbled out of the bathroom holding a pregnancy test that showed an unexpected extra line. I couldnt say the word pregnant; it was too
unrealtoo unbelievable. So I stammered to Chad, my
husband of five years,
Honey, I think you knocked me up.
I was a healthy twenty-six year old with a fun job coordinating alumni events at a university while Chad worked
on his ministry degree at seminary. We had meant to wait
until he had graduated to start our family. But it was happening now. That was OK. We were elated.
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When youre that sick for that long, you change. When
youre that sick for that long, abortion stops being something to vote against and becomes something that could
have saved your life.
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(w)ailings
Mary Stuart
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(w)ailings
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(w)ailings
Mary Stuart
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(w)ailings
Mary Stuart
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A HEALTHY FEAR
OF WASPS
Heather Haile
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(w)ailings
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(w)ailings
Lets take a look at the cold, hard facts. According to pesticide researchers at the University of Minnesota, wasps
do not pollinate, even though they derive their nutrition
from nectar. Wasps even kill bees just so they can get at the
nectar. Wasps generate paralyzing venom in their stingers. Wasps do not consume the insects they kill. Wasp larvae are parasitic and horrifyingly, many species of adult
wasps will inject their prey with eggs and then wait for
the host insects body to explode, Alien style, during the
birth. Even the color of a wasp is a product of evolutions
valiant effort to scream Run! at other creatures.
What I am trying to tell you, my friends, is that wasps
are bullying, evil, parasitic killing machines. They have
an inherent and ruthless thirst for fear and mayhem, and
I believe we should all be afraid.
Works Cited
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SURVIVOR
Ian Bennett
You look just like Michelle Pfeifer! Has anyone ever told
you that? the man yelled to her, while our family stood
huddled together, waiting to ride the Disney World roller
coaster.
Yes Ive heard that before. Thank you for the compliment, she replied.
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Wake up! my sister shouted, hovering over my face,
pushing down on my shoulders.
Stop! Leave me alone!
Wake up! Dad and Granma took Mom to the hospital!
She passed out!
I drowsily rose from the couch to find everyone at the
house in a panic. My cousin was on her phone with her
mom. Moms best friend was on her phone with her husband. I stood in the kitchen next to my cousin as she
explained to my aunt what had happened.
According to her, Mom had said her head was itching
before she got up to get a refill of coffee. She stood up
from her chair on the back deck and walked toward the
French doors that led into the kitchen when, suddenly,
her legs buckled and she fell on her face. With a look of
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She was shocked to feel her arm begin to fall from her
bangs, down her face and into her lap. As she stared into
the mirror, she saw the right side of her mouth begin
to droop and her eyes begin to sink before she lost consciousness. Upon arrival at the emergency room, Mom
stopped breathing all together. She was hoisted onto a
gurney, an oxygen mask strapped to her face to keep her
alive long enough to make the helicopter ride to Little
Rock, which would have taken close to an hour by car or
ambulance.
We heard nothing from Dad or Granma for at least an
hour, until he called and spoke to my cousin. He told her
that his sister and niece would be coming to the house to
pick us up and take us to Baptist Hospital in Little Rock
where Mom had been airlifted. At that point, I knew the
situation was serious. But the only emergencies I understood were those I saw on TV shows, which always fit
into a thirty-minute time slot and ended happily.
My aunt and cousin were able to drive my brother, sister,
and me to Baptist just in time to meet Dad and Granma
in the waiting room for the OR. We were informed that
a CT scan had revealed a large mass in the frontal lobe
of the left side of Moms brain; the nationally renowned
brain surgeon who performed the operation would later
tell our family that it was the third largest blood clot he
had ever seen, and that he didnt know how she survived.
By this time an army of family members were dispatched
to Little Rock from the surrounding counties, Texas, and
North Carolina, with phone calls pouring in from family
in Moms childhood state, California, to give us the support we would need in the times to come. It was the first
time I saw Dad cry.
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Just a few years later, Mom and Dad took on the role
of grandparents with the arrival of my sisters baby boy
and, only months later, with my brothers baby boy. Now
with four grandchildren by my sister and brother, Mom
spends time between both houses visiting them and even
babysitting. She calls me every day, sometimes twice a
day, and almost every time I can hear the three oldest
boys, ages five, four, and three, yelling in the background,
drowning out Moms whisper.
Her social life is spent with only family now, but that
was always the most important aspect. She now feels that
only our family will understand who she is by seeing her
as the vibrant, active person she was before her brush
with death.
Mom recently rode with me to my new apartment in Little Rock, where I had moved to take another shot at college life. I wanted Mom to see my new home and a little
of what I experience outside of the smaller community I
came from. More specifically, I needed to pack for a road
trip with Mom and Dad to a family wedding in Michigan. I knew Dad could use the help driving, and Mom
would need someone who could relate to her, while he
spent time with the brothers and sisters he had not seen
in almost a year. I called my best friend and roommate
ahead of time so he was prepared for her company.
She held tight to the rail with her left hand, as I followed
slowly behind her up the stairs to my apartment. I led
her through the foyer and my front door, with her hand
clutched to my right arm, until we reached the couch,
where she had a seat. My roommate rushed from the
kitchen with a Bloody Mary for Mom.
How have you been Miss Bennett? he asked, enthusiastically beginning the conversation.
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Glaucoma is a disease of the eye in which pressures within the eyeball damage the optic disc, impairing vision
and sometimes progressing to blindness. This is the eye
condition that I was born with on September 7, 1990.
My name is Bobby Coleman. I was born and raised in
New Orleans, also known as The Big Easy. Its called that
because its one of the easiest places to live. However, it
wasnt that easy for me. As a child, being nearly blind was
very challenging.
Until I was two years old, my parents didnt realize that
I was visually impaired. When I would bump into walls,
they thought I was just being goofy. They also ignored
the times when my face would practically be touching
my food in order for me to see what I was eating. Maybe
they thought I was smelling it. On one particular day, my
pre-school teacher noticed my actions and realized that
what I was doing was abnormal. When my mom came
to pick me up from pre-school, my teacher told her that
I couldnt return until I got my eyes checked by a doctor.
My mom didnt feel it was necessary, but for the sake of
me going to school, she took me anyway.
After a few long hours in the eye clinic, I was diagnosed
with Glaucoma. My doctor gave me a prescription for
some eye drops, which controlled my eye pressure, and
ordered me a pair of glasses so I could start to see close
to normal. However, he predicted that I would be totally
blind by the time I turned six years old, which was four
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side, I was six years old, and the doctors predictions had
yet to come true.
The bullying continued until I became a third grader. As
expected, it was because of the same reason, my glasses. My big glasses were causing me bigger problems at
school. So, my mom decided it would be best if I just
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each section. And once time was up, the students could
no longer work on that section. I ended up not completing any section of the test and getting held back in the
fourth grade. The teachers were unaware that they could
request a test that was formatted in a larger font, extend
my time limit, and provide one-on-one assistance due to
my eye condition. My second year in the fourth grade, I
received these accommodations during the LEAP Test,
and ended up making a high score on it.
As the years passed, I started to gain more confidence in
my vision. It had been years since I was supposed to go
blind; still my vision was pretty much stable.
On one cold February afternoon of 2004, I was on my
way home from school riding the school bus. I was about
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IT WAS AS IF WE WERENT
ACCEPTED BY THE SIGHTED. BUT WE
ACCEPTED EACH OTHER.
I was around people who were just like me. We all had eye
problems, and because of our problems, people looked
at us differently. It was as if we werent accepted by the
sighted. But we accepted each other. I was also able to
work at my own pace in class, which finally allowed me
to bring my grades higher than ever. For the first time, I
made the honor roll. I even participated in sports such
as track, wrestling, cheerleading, and goal-ball. I also
became the student council president, the homecoming
king of 2009, and the senior class president during the
2010-2011 school year. This was the year I graduated as
well.
Currently, Im attending University of Arkansas at Little
Rock along with some of my friends from ASB. As a visually impaired student in college, things can get difficult.
Its not like ASB where the teachers automatically know
youre legally blind, so your work would automatically be
accommodated for you. I constantly have to remind my
professors about my accommodations. I am majoring in
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