Open Access. Powered by Scholars. Published by Universities.®
- Keyword
-
- Poem (104)
- Poetry (71)
- Art (44)
- Prose (39)
- Short story (25)
-
- Artwork (14)
- Photography (13)
- Illustration (7)
- Love (6)
- Nature (3)
- Autumn (2)
- Cartoon (2)
- China (2)
- Church (2)
- Death (2)
- Dream (2)
- Heart (2)
- Home (2)
- Humor (2)
- Memories (2)
- Notre Dame (2)
- Paris (2)
- Pieces (2)
- San Francisco (2)
- Untitled (2)
- 016.JPG (1)
- 1 a.m (1)
- 7.0 Day (1)
- 8 (1)
- A Cautionary Tale (1)
- Publication Year
- Publication
- Publication Type
Articles 1 - 30 of 276
Full-Text Articles in Art and Design
Shadowcrest Manor, Michaela Bishop
Shadowcrest Manor, Michaela Bishop
The Tuxedo Archives
A soft cold breeze flowed throughout the whole house, it carried the scent of the Sea Island cotton and seawater, taking away the smell of dust and stillness. Shadowrest Manor was to become our new home here in Charleston. The manor had been vacant for a while since its last owner had passed away and leaving no will or surviving heir, the plantation was shut down. The outside was a little bit weather damaged however, Father is having the whole house repainted a colonial white, the front columns will be a nice off white to balance the main color. The …
Behave, Gina Vucci
Behave, Gina Vucci
The Tuxedo Archives
Serve the guests. Don’t cry. Take your brother for a walk. Your father was such an incredible man. Your father loved you. You were his favorite. I’ll just let everyone else cry while I learn to live with this feeling in the pit of my stomach. Leave her alone. It’s fine if she wants to wear her red velvet dress from last Christmas. She can wear what she wants to the funeral. Touch his hand; it’s the last time you’ll ever see him. I don’t know you, but I can’t stop sobbing in your arms.
Orchid Philosophy, Mary Morrison
Have You Ever Looked At A Walnut Shell, Matthew E. Davis
Have You Ever Looked At A Walnut Shell, Matthew E. Davis
The Tuxedo Archives
Have you ever looked at a walnut shell… all up close and personal I mean. You get so close your eyes crawl into the grooves until they become gorges and then the rest of your body follows in.
For The Boy Who Broke, Yvonne Bamba
For The Boy Who Broke, Yvonne Bamba
The Tuxedo Archives
You were the boy who broke.
Broke into laughter. Broke into song.
Broke into a smile.
Broke into brokenness.
You had this terrible habit of breaking things, especially people.
Especially yourself.
Excerpt From Jaki's Tale, Kayla K. Etheridge
Excerpt From Jaki's Tale, Kayla K. Etheridge
The Tuxedo Archives
We cooked macaroni and cheese. It was the perfect time to have a girls’ night. Candace loved to stir the block of butter, milk and packaged cheese in the pot once I finished draining it.
“Okay,” she grunted. “It’s done, Mommy.”
She walked over to the sink and washed her hands. I plucked a noodle from the pot and licked the cheese from my fingertips.
“Get the lemonade,” I told her.
I picked up the pot and separated it into three bowls while Candace filled two glasses with lemonade. “Grab some napkins.”
“I got them,” she answered. “Come on. It’s …
Book Review For Caribou, Emily Moran
A Letter To A Future Bridezilla
What Do You Know About Beauty, Kylie Walsh
Valparaiso And Neruda, Elizabeth Claverie
The Dance Of My Body, Elizabeth Claverie
Sweet Butter On A Burn, Elizabeth Claverie
Sometimes, Rachel Zucker
Short Song, Julia Conner
Sad Dictionary, Maggie Davila
Remember The First Glance Of Our Lives, Brittany Lyons
Remember The First Glance Of Our Lives, Brittany Lyons
The Tuxedo Archives
No abstract provided.
Reclaiming Spaces, Kylie Walsh
Perhaps With Less Grace, Devan Y. Klein
Home, Millita Walker
Glove, Michael Asare Aboagye
Frozen, Caroline Jeter
Follow Your Roots, Devan Y. Klein
Falling, Rachel Zucker
Curls, Jasmine Picazo
Breathe In; Breathe Out, Rochelle Craig
Bones, Chloe Miller Bess
Blue Gaps, Matthew E. Davis
At Bay, Kevin Sunga
(M)Other Tongue, Julia Conner
You Would Do Anything, Kevin Coates
You Would Do Anything, Kevin Coates
The Tuxedo Archives
You are driving on the interstate, and your daughter says, “Look, Mommy! A polar bear!”
You are not so far gone that you think it really can be a polar bear, but you can not in that split second think of much else that it could be.
“A polar bear?” you say, stalling.
“Polar bear, polar bear, what do you hear?” she says.
You remember vaguely that those are the lines of a book you read to her at night. You don’t know what the polar bear hears. What do polar bears hear? You imagine white noise, winds filled with …