The Air Of Autumn,
2021
Dominican University Of California
Too Much,
2021
Dominican University of California
Remember December,
2021
Dominican University Of California
October 15th,
2021
Dominican University of California
Millennial Melancholy,
2021
Dominican University of California
Lost And Found,
2021
Dominican University of California
Divine,
2021
Dominican University of California
Celestial,
2021
Dominican University of California
Catholic Guilt,
2021
Dominican University of California
Brief Reflection,
2021
Dominican University of California
Boys Are Like Books,
2021
Dominican University of California
America The Free,
2021
Dominican University of California
Stubborn Love,
2021
Dominican University Of California
A Bit Odd,
2021
Dominican University of California
Trying To Fix It,
2021
Dominican University of California
Trying To Fix It, Alisha Ragon
The Tuxedo Archives
She was trying to fix it.
She walked in with purpose, and nerves on fire.
As hard as she tried to hold up her badass countenance, they could still tell she was tired. She walked with swagger, put distance between her steps. This convenience store’s law of awkward nondisclosure was helpful in self-defense. As messed up as she had become, there were still people here much more fucked than her. She said hello to the man at the counter, with lowered eyes. She avoided other consumers with grace; she simply stepped down the wrong aisle.
In The Beginning,
2021
Dominican University of California
In The Beginning, Jeffrey Wincek
The Tuxedo Archives
In the beginning there was the Computer and the Screen, and the Computer was inert and void and darkness was over the face of the Screen. And the Author’s finger pressed the Power Button and the Computer Booted Up and there was Light on the face of the Screen. And the Author saw it was good.
Gil And Ki In Couples Therapy,
2021
Dominican University of California
Gil And Ki In Couples Therapy, Jeffrey Wincek
The Tuxedo Archives
The office is tidy and uncluttered; tasteful and well lighted. The decor is mid-century modern with an occasional treasure from antiquity featured here and there: tiny bronze and terra cotta Nabatean oil lamps, Sumerian fetishes, facsimiles of baked clay tablets bearing cuneiform script. Other objects de vertu rest on rosewood bases or under glass on the desk and in bookcases. Except for a glorious Persian rug, ruby, topaz, lapis and carnelian in hue, the color scheme is muted and neutral. Dr. Esther Aalyah sits at her desk. She has a manila folder in front of her. There are colored tags …
F People Were Seasons,
2021
Dominican University of California
F People Were Seasons, Yvonne Bamba
The Tuxedo Archives
He and I are sitting in the middle of my staircase, squished together on the same step, our limbs overflowing and dangling off the edges. We have our respective beverages in hand—his beer and my glass of red wine—facing each other with our legs bent, contently intertwined. We already touched base on our weapons of choice for the zombie apocalypse, the sports and instruments and dreams we gave up on in high school, and whether our day was more like The Weeknd’s Can’t Feel My Face or Fetty Wap’s Trap Queen. Now, we’re brainstorming names for the future Alaskan husky …
A Story For Alex, Or For Me,
2021
Dominican University of California
A Story For Alex, Or For Me, Alisha Ragon
The Tuxedo Archives
It was the whoring hour.
Ready the sheets and the lingerie.
Ready the moans and the delicious delights to be discovered.
Ready the bodies wanting and hungry.
Ready the minds, sore for distraction, aching for bliss.
Slowly the sliding of cloth, flesh venturing out into the open air
Hands gliding over the landscape of his torso; breath breaking from composure to ecstasy A landscape not her own. Breath not meant to be broken.
Rein it in.
The Clinic,
2021
Dominican University of California
The Clinic, Bri Wilson
The Tuxedo Archives
“What are you here for?”
Jeanette glanced up from her clasped hands. The questioner - a middle aged woman wearing a kitten sweater - stared at her expectantly.
Jeanette spun the ring around her fourth finger. “To forget,” she muttered. She should have taken it off.
