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Full-Text Articles in Art and Design
The White Light, Michael White
Blue Man, Michael White
Blue Embrace, Michael White
Bag End, Claire Munzer
Untitled, Anonymous Author
Unititled, Anonymous Author
Untitled, Anonymous Author
Untitled, Anonymous Author
Apples Decay, Lauren Rigor
Apples Decay, Lauren Rigor
The Tuxedo Archives
The following article was taken from the last issue of The Summerland Courier, a major newspaper published in Summerland, a city located twenty miles outside Avalon across the Lake. It was found at the bottom of the newspaper’s regional section.
Tea Party, Julia Van Der Ryn
Tea Party, Julia Van Der Ryn
The Tuxedo Archives
It was 1966 and I was seven years old. We lived in Berkeley, California. I was dressed up for a birthday party. I had on a white dress with frills around the sleeves and the hem. My white socks were ringed at the top with a thin strip of lace. I had folded them down so that the lace neatly encircled my ankle, right above my black patent-leather mary janes. I even had on my best underwear that had fringes of lace all across the bottom.
My parents were driving me to the party. They said that we would leave …
Falling, Kerri Kor
Falling, Kerri Kor
The Tuxedo Archives
True autumn doesn’t come with a date on a calendar; it comes with a change in the air, a certain quality of light, the heightened busy-work of birds and squirrels, the deepening of nature’s colors. And it comes for each person, early in the new academic year, when the buzz of human concerns crashes head-on with the ancient rites of transition. Groans and grumbles and added stress change in that moment of messy glorious perfection when we are once more reduced to parts of the whole and the illusion of control gives way to Reality. Will you recognize it when …
Caberet Girl, Kathryn Frazell
Caberet Girl, Kathryn Frazell
The Tuxedo Archives
A woman stepped into the crowded and lively entrance of the banquet hall. She was wearing a knee-length white coat. That should have been the first clue, that she wasn’t wearing tights or leggings of any kind. All you could see was bare leg. The black, slinky dress left no surprise as to the curves of her body. Her hair was raven black, cut in a chic bob, and her neck was adorned with pearls. Kohl covered her eyelids, and the lips were stained cherry red. She was the image of jazz and cabaret. ~ excerpt from the short story
Let The Walls Have Their Say, Kathryn Mcginness
Let The Walls Have Their Say, Kathryn Mcginness
The Tuxedo Archives
She’s a beautiful girl. Near-strangers tell her this on a regular basis. I’d tell her, too, but I don’t like giving things to people who don’t appreciate them. ~excerpt from the short story
Moths, Crystal Smith
Moths, Crystal Smith
The Tuxedo Archives
The thick air held still in the hot August evening.
Angela and her family were at their neighbor’s house—mostly because they liked the pool they had in their backyard more than they liked their actual neighbors. But her parents were busy schmoozing over beer and barbeque, leaving Angela to play peacemaker among the children—her younger brother, Joe, 10 years of age, and Wesley McArthur, 8 years old. They were best friends and arch rivals, despite their age difference. They especially needed to be watched when they started rough-housing. Angela sighed under the outdoor light, trying to quickly complete reading Catcher …
Feel No More, Natalie Padilla
Feel No More, Natalie Padilla
The Tuxedo Archives
I can feel the prickle of the grass
And the cold, desolate ground beneath me
My body is weak as I struggle to wake
For I feel your presence surround me
A blade of grass comes into view
I tilt my head towards the blazing sky
Where the clouds cradle me with warmth ~excerpt
Cup Of Tea, Paula Garcia
Cup Of Tea, Paula Garcia
The Tuxedo Archives
“Such a beautiful photograph,” she marvels
As she sits down where I used to lie.
You look at the picture as she asks you who I am.
For what seems like an eternity in your mind
You plead with God to help you mask the clouds
That are now thundering about in your head.
“Just an old friend,” you reply coolly,
After an uncomfortable second.
~ poem excerpt ~
Mer-Me, Jennifer Jensen
Leopard Print, Jennifer Jensen
Housewife's Heart, Jennifer Jensen
Housewife's Heart, Jennifer Jensen
The Tuxedo Archives
Illustration - social commentary
Semester, Ryan Kuhn, Michael White
Fourth Of July, Ryan Kuhn, Michael White
Fourth Of July, Ryan Kuhn, Michael White
The Tuxedo Archives
Comic with socio-political commentary
Stolen Memories, Talaria Haast
Stolen Memories, Talaria Haast
The Tuxedo Archives
I was eight when I first tried my hand at deception (actually thievery, to be more specific). I was raised in a house with very strict food regulations. That sounds like it was terrible, but actually it was rather healthy. While other children ate Lunchables™ and cookies, my packed lunch usually consisted of tofu, carrots and a sandwich on wholewheat bread. This brought about issues from my classmates. While other kids were busy making sure their homework was complete and their uniforms were pristine every morning before school, I would carpool into school anticipating how my classmates were going to …
Movie Reviews- Unfaithful, Talaria Haast
Movie Reviews- Unfaithful, Talaria Haast
The Tuxedo Archives
Okay, so honestly, the fact that this movie was way hot almost outweighed its flaws. Almost...but not quite.
So let’s begin with Richard Gere. First of all, I thought his initial reaction was accurate. Well, not accurate, because I can’t really back that up...but handled in what seemed to be a realistic way. His relationship with Diane Lane was logical up to the point where you believed that she cheated because they were just so mismatched. I don’t much see Gere as a romantic lead (even though some casting directors do), so I really could see Lane growing apart. ~excerpt …
No Drunken Frenzy, Kimberly Satterfield
No Drunken Frenzy, Kimberly Satterfield
The Tuxedo Archives
Chatter of cedar waxwings
is shrill this morning.
Must be fifty crested visitors,
scarlet-russet-gold breasts
glint iridescent. ~excerpt from the poem
Spin The Bottle, Jennifer Curtin
Spin The Bottle, Jennifer Curtin
The Tuxedo Archives
A bottle turns feverishly on its side
a compass searching north, east, west, yes
pointedly at a predestined angel
of crackled lips and sweaty pits
A tender moment of locked eyes searching
the other’s approval and first move
for the fated instant~excerpt from the poem
Raquel, Ann Rathie
Raquel, Ann Rathie
The Tuxedo Archives
I finally cut off my long red hair.
What a problem that was,
trailing behind me,
dragging on the ground attracting all that attention.
Swains swanning all around.
Rapunzel, I love you,
Rapunzel be mine,
Rapunzel let me wrap myself in your hair!~ excerpt from the poem