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TABLE OF CONTENTS Fiction "The
Accident" by
Shea
McCollum
Poetry "I
Had
"Spit
a
Dream
Buckets
"Grapefruit" "My
"An
Apology Nature
"For
2014
"Swiss "The
by
for of
Cheese"
Arc
of
My
Peaking
by
Beza
Thailand"
by
Dariela
Delgado
Alford
Alford
Seventh
by
Maria
is
by
in
Lawson
in
Beza
Life
Pie"
Beza
Carolina
by
Bombed
Delgado
by
Anxiety"
Bella"
was
Blueberry
Dariela
Fingers"
Sundial"
"The
House
and by
Mother’s
"The
My
Bella
Grade"
by
Parker
Logan
Hough
Hiers
Alford
One
Flatline
Away
from
God’s
Arithmetic"
Nonfiction "Pink
House,
"Flipturn:
Open
Door" by
Florida's
Favorite
Kassandra Small
Curiel
Town
Band"
Visual Arts "Basal"
by
"Buried
in
"girl "all
William the
Leech
Pumpkin
anachronism" cool"
"love
by
glove"
"Inhabitable "Live
In
the
"Evening
by
Taylor by
by
Dream"
Glow"
by
by
Kiera
Garvin
Anderson
Anderson
Taylor
Wall"
Patch"
Taylor
Anderson Karina
by
Deschamps
Karina
Karina
Deschamps
Deschamps
by
Kelly
Malandra
by
Miles
Cox
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N O I T C I F KUDZU FICTION N O I T C I F N O I T C I F N O I T C I F NOITCIF FICTION
THE ACCIDENT THE ACCIDENT
by Shea McCollum
The
night
evening
news
Iranian from
of
the
that
missile.
her
fear
Rose’s
the
images
in
word
Rose
and
collapsing was
the
chyron
Downing At in
her
few
cause
an
that
spiral
the
the
time, it
at
TV.
on
the
a
that
to
drew
read:
of
a
by
an
emails
saw
was
past
week:
an
entire
across
simultaneously
object painted
Rose’s
“Iran
she
the
be
the
subconscious
What
familiar
chunk
downed
a
for
scattered
over
answering
was
loop
footage
what
been
maybe
once
But
image
could
son
feel
Ben
with
would
kind
of
community the
be
moved
in
rendered wing
attention
Admits
to
anxiety
the
news
now
or
this
the time
Accidentally
up
in
the
mostly of
of
days
it
event
she
this
up
she,
of
the
General
new
peak.
the
potential
the
accident,
night.
their
but
like
of
a
for
that
rise
since
tumult
about
fault
near
expats,
an
the
reached
street
made
worry
years
With
had
for
four
assassination
accepting
rarely
consequences
nauseating the
Iran.
the
her
Iran
violence
in
to
airstrikes,
protests
made
familiar,
stronger
had
crash,
circulating but
the
grown
American this
crash,
how
She
was
neighborhood, also
knew
could
from
sometimes
unexpectedly.
Rose’s front
attention
door
couch
and
slamming
through
few
moments
beside
him
She
the to
was
to
dripping
from
his
recognized as
her
the one
son’s
that
from
wall.
of
the
friend
the
the
by
She
the
sound
jumped
young
Raoul,
battered
TV
but
figure
men it
up
from
struggling
took
he
of
her
was
her the
their
another
holding
up
himself.
the
bloom
away
against
recognize
swollen,
starting
drawn
open
door
Ben
crossed
was
was
immediately
way
face
now
this
— up
occasional
steadily
the
there
affluent
experience
she
their
been
the
knew
aware
and
the
at
had
came
Flight.”
had
and
had of
Rose
It
months,
Soleimani, Rumors
below
look
the
the
room
remains
found
engine.
announcement
PS752
playing
charred
for an
words,
again.
husband,
past
of
Commercial
those
her
save
barrel
flight
her
been
had
an
something
compelling,
unrecognizable,
nose,
living
made
had
plane’s
neighborhood.
her
when
—
that
his
Airlines
in
missile
the
horrifying
was
France
footage
of
broke
Ukrainian
Rose
clients
same
son
room
almost on
nose
in
a
single
beyond
both onto
the
cheeks, the
stride
to
point
of
and
carpet.
a
examine
him
recognition.
steady
stream
up
close.
Bruises of
blood
His
were was
“Go face
in
get
her
“What
us
some
towels,”
ordered
Raoul
before
taking
her
son’s
hands.
happened?”
Ben
she
tried
she
shaking
asked.
his
“Who
head
but
hurt
you?”
winced
at
the
pain
induced
by
this
motion. “It
was
no
one,”
he
said.
But
just
the
strange
and
unfamiliar,
“He with
a
took
handful
It her
just
took
son
course world
some
dab still
this of
as
person she
by
accident.”
made what
to
the
Rose
want
appeared face,”
some just
yet
to
off of
an
Rose
imagined,
number
blood
all
telling
had
other
perils
had
voice
basketball
had
was
his
warped
the
adult
he
of
an
to
to
cry.
be
Raoul
a
It
sounded
broken
explained,
so
nose.
returning
towels.
or
it
danger
of
a
second not,
to
fifteen,
a
had
protest, towel
sound
“Just
of
face
had
not
face
in
and
yet
his
of
son
him,
still
of
that
even
it.
just
a
a a at
That
boy.
the
recklessness
in
used
how, to
that
up
She
left
was
and
the
caught
things.
thought
her
understand
or
childhood
that
was
to
violent
reached
life
her
jumped,
and
roundness
accident,
for
been
horribly
Ben’s
the
this
of
The
greatest
of
his
own
adolescence. But fears you
she
that
didn’t
had
stitched If
gone they
it
to
been
up
had
in
of
racing
been
that.
She
through
nearly
emergency
taken
scorpion
any
her
didn’t head.
so
much
All
she
as
hint
said
at
was,
all
the
“Let’s
get
then.”
hadn’t the
say
Ben
his
to
sleep
ten
room a
few
and
his
when
just
a
years foot
Ben
few back
had
returned
blocks when
home,
from he
swollen
the
had
to
they
gotten
three
could’ve
house.
The
stung
times
its
one by
a
normal
size. But
as
Tehran. since to
her
take
who way
was,
knew
the
never
husband
them. the
nearest
drove was
hospital
alone
still
She
thought
city
well
away that
and
that
into on it
who,
the
business,
might if
was
open
city,
be
was
in
especially she
better
necessary,
the at
arranged to
could
go find
center
night, for
with them
a
of
and
driver
someone a
quick
out. Rose
gathering she
it
Rose
was
scanned protests,
being
a
the but
little
streets the
too
city
outside looked
paranoid.
the quiet,
car and
window she
for
any
wondered
sign if
of
maybe
“You turned
to
gripping for
her
“I’m
him.
onto
own
“Are
in
her
one
Rose
for
of
life
where
news, was
not
did
all
for
the
That
it
tuning
was
day.
the
It
too,
—
and
violence
might as
if
very
fear
But
that
to
well
local
his
most
more
want
it.”
face,
he
midst
even
of
company’s
was
and
do
his
to
how they
his
office
the
move
wondered
development.
was
Here,
to that
to
try
say
her.
It
In
things
in
a
logical in
she
the
calls.
Rose
outside
that
in
country
the
close
Iran,
to her
surrender
awareness
existed
environment
to
violence
own
the
to
was
of
used
came
were
fear
her
but
thing
her
easy
barrage
happen
to
there
the
she
clients
them
thing.
to
women
her
that
happen,
a
to
was
it
the
time,
advise
neighbors,
were
you his
in
nervous
accept
could
to
the
the
could
to
and
of
if in
Even
Whenever
abstract
stories
been
her.
used
response,
station
had
anxious
of
to
changed
than be
could
down
apologize
to
work
After for her.
a
or
bit
he
they
up
into
was
return
move.
Paul a
While
he
growing
angrier
argued,
and
But
such
outbursts, and
the
rarely
finances.
him his
since
before,
that
scheduling
yelling.
cool
and
radio
used
sink
with
that
at
permanently
control.
knew
had
him.
Advifen
discussed
France.
she
she
Rose
It
that
it
felt
—
herself.
was
merely
into.
more
issues
a
the in
but
to
transferred
for
realized
swelling boy.
announced.
her.
twelve
environments
only
more
Ben
go,
clung
the
environment
of
distant
time
had
only
anxiety,
horrifying
time
first
one
the
fear
first
she
let
perfect
consequences
couldn’t
a
some
comfort
they
was
she
Despite
had
practice
their just
the
Paul, any
her
was
the
Paul
He
its
maybe
the
to
She
that
Her
bad,”
that
ride.
you
smile.
that
spoke
his
give
things
chronic
they
to
than
trying
become at
to
fear
a
still
the
he
promise.”
her
had
with
response,
I
hurt
whole
unpredictable
had
that
mind could
Ben.
back
help
I
even
until
the
husband
an
themselves
to
was
certainly
counsel
of
Mom.
impact such
hand
flash
When
what had
to
doesn’t
wasn't
sure?
he
Iran,
It his
okay,
pain,
might
it
piece
you
managed own
know,
now, a
frenzy
would
few
even
always
hours
later
with
even
the
he’d
didn’t
seem
every
then,
go
purple
storm with
off
eyes
in
be
passing
only
unwashed
to
over
dishes the
in
face
somewhere lowered
to
As knew
his
time
at
She in
much
work,
work,
routinely
way,
the
and
cages,
kind
either
it
of
entirely. sports, didn’t
He
his
given
her
By
lobby,
damage
The of
chair while noise could
a
more
and
the
He
in
be
a
didn’t
he
held
in
a
order kind
Ben
to
had
a
hard
have
to.
himself
about
to
that
how
differences
into
of
she
country
France
put
home,
having
cultural
being
out
waited
doctor a
few
done
before,
was
kid
was
of
a
make
smaller
breathe.
a to
and
In
that
fear. managed
felt
to
team
of
so
it
name
of
well.
know
how
a
avoid
and
led
tried
few
it
had
world. bitter
had
even
thankfully
near
back
to
to
pay
down
working
It
empty one
too
and
focused over
determined
couldn’t
be
of
much
fastidiously
doctor
of
unscathed.
the
them not
beds
the
that
in
he
afraid
the
it.
his
like
becoming
for
hour
be in
bleeding
an
examination,
from
in
was
to
adulthood
the
nurses
It
else
grateful to
Rose
extensive
friendships,
as
him
like
stalls.
his
anywhere
hospital,
patient
his
not
didn’t
immensely
Ben’s
in
girls
living
what
out
in
shielded
the
curtained
and
him,
had
for
minutes
solved
that by
a
stitches. eventually
left
medication,
and
The the
machines hear of
a
to
himself
suspect,
actually
gotten
moaning
breathe.
continuation
animal
miracle,
around
she
called
pain
also
he
hall
to
boyhood
of
few
the
loud.
in
their
was
working
finding
immersing
than
a
nurses
his
of
by
finally
the
the
He
taught
could
in
standards
feel
lash
too,
some
world
they
the
After
and
Iran
they’d
in
son.
to
the
that
nurse
on
had
starting
any
time
her
stint
in
and
to
an
by
might
attention instead
he
was
her. out
the
been
like
anger,
that,
youthful
After
a
like
that
it
must
had
he
at
to
was,
he
he
that
environment,
gurneys
he
knew
hope
the
stopped.
man
was
notice
his
about
felt
she
environment
Somehow
admit
created
fears
as
even
She
and
thrived
and
of
this
directed
powerless
work.
seemed
tension
never
everything
he
their
the
really
he’d
how
supposed
But
last
though
should
Rose
hated
never
insurmountable,
smaller
the
was
rejected
business
his
Rose
anger
understood
his
be
as
the
the
Ben
and
moaning hospital
at
work.
distant
crash
If
Rose
sleep
had she
while
finally
patient
sound
story.
to
let
had
fallen
of
the
been
in
distributed sink
taken
except
carefully, TV
IV
herself
quiet
listened
the
the
back
care for
Rose
of
the
in
the
some white
thought
lobby
the
she
playing
a
Looking she
felt
died to
a
on
at
new
that
Rose
her
kind
gross Years
neighbors
over
part
larger
of
plane
a was
paranoia
somewhere, must
still
blame, As the of
news, one his
shifted
family now
had
move
go
of
been
to She
try
to
chest.
herself
She
in
bloom
time that
turned
few
feet
was
the
that
to
away.
when
He
all
the was
which the
and were so
until her
all
a
particular
be
had
and
released
families, no
it
all
one
in
few
he
to
one
discover
the
maybe pain
feet
his
loved
etched
away
even
down
was
imagination
into
that
of
the
have
heavily, the
saw and
too her
the
he man
time
then
he
again.
she
to
was Rose
that
was
started
the
to
bedsheets
from
her
son’s
aside. hands,
which
blood,
someone
stabbed knife
like
blood
using
son’s
felt
bed
quickly
her
her
the
the
began
at
had
to
that
into
son,
She
hard,
late
didn’t
she
forced
wrong.
hurriedly
imagined
sighed
and
down
who
was
chest.
pouring
covered
breathing
she
relaxed
nurses
man
a
her
just
chair
looked
very
young
he
she
only
son’s
He
was
their
anxiety
country
moving
hope
from
that
shock
her
the
with
this
They
who
seemed
about
this
the
grieving
noticing
was
beneath
from
the
man
blind
her
word.
her
bed
blood,
into
of
victims,
in
shift
before
by
up
night,
see
a
a
up
sudden
that
that
all
in
young
he
This
knife say
the
back
was
so
weight
stopped
this
a
or
place
on
stumbled
stall.
victims
accident
fallout.
a
with
until
know
disconnected.
crash
caught
the
bandaged,
politics
chance
that
exhaustion,
plane
realize
scrambled
only
and
hand.
heavy
staunch
She second
a
her
to
months
the
saw
hospital
their
scream
In
of an
talking
by
newly
accidental
individual,
and
she
so
for
from
the
was
him
frozen
scream.
the
plunged
didn’t
starting
to
of
he
of
didn’t
towards
before
letting
to
She
she
reality
Ben
hospital.
and
was
the
violent
gaze,
members
coming
that
so
up
family called
enough
it
face
nothing
news
if
his
the be
inevitable
to
recover
her
the
survived.
moving
the
had
of
to
was
Rose
Even
building
seemed
Rose
face
was to
have
the
But
gurney,
deaths
There
was
someone.
the
towards
taught
it
been
nothing
the
had
down,
had
on
those
watching
narrative.
and
hallway
have
injustice.
dinner
on
out
sympathy
To
of
shot
that
laid
of
plane.
a
situation.
son
her
still
for
thinking
watching
son
the to her
standing
clutched
in
a
one
“Why?” word
was
alone,
into
a
“I’m
sorry,”
taking
off
what knifed fight
was
she
face
wide-eyed
It would
all
his
look
all
he
could
began of
find
to
horror
said
in
it
in
morph as
his
return
herself from
eyes
its
shot
to
ask
stern,
him,
but
with
indiscernible
between
Ben
and
that mask
her.
before
running.
wasn’t
until
later
that
night
when
speaking
with
police
that
Rose
had
been
learn those to
words
death
with
a
had
that
boy,
meant.
night
whom
That
during in
the
the
young
protest
his
broken
just
watched
man’s
after
and
he
brother had
bloodied
gotten
state,
into
Ben
a
had
resembled. But like
a
in
that
missile
moment,
into
the
Rose
night.
the
young
man
as
he
took
off
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Y R T E O P POETRY Y R T E O P Y R T E O P Y R T E O P YRTEOP POETRY
I HAD A DREAM I HAD A DREAM
MY HOUSE WAS BOMBED IN THAILAND
by Dariela Delgado
Flying In I
elephants
their
need
my
on
Their
My
parents’
ceiling
Growing To
reach
The
the
is
out
roof.
painting
kids
motion,
Luminates
songs
home.
neighbor’s
slow
my
finish
Chernobyl
The In
nest to
whistle
but
run
across
their
scream
in
golden
hour
now
a
from
sunlight
homecoming
I’m
almost
done
The
place
where
and
loved
ones
You
are
of
at
ashes
as
chasing
their
them.
face
noon.
top
of
announce my
lawn
isn’t
silence
mushroom
the &
my
Rottie
my to
neighbors
the
village
abode.
remodeling my
lay
welcomed,
stillborn on
my
too.
children
wool
bed
to
draw die.
on
the
walls
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butterfly
we
rise
with
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PINK HOUSE, OPEN DOOR PINK HOUSE, OPEN DOOR by Kassandra Curiel
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