On The Back Of Notre Dame,
2017
Dominican University of California
Lost In Florence,
2017
Dominican University of California
Inside The Vatican,
2017
Dominican University of California
Goddess,
2017
Dominican University of California
Ashland Creek, Or,
2017
Dominican University of California
Sleeping Ladies,
2017
Dominican University of California
Sleeping Ladies, Rachele Ketchem
The Tuxedo Archives
Out of nowhere a man jumped out of the bushes on the trail a little ahead of us. He was balding, tall, a 40 something year-old with spooky eyes. Christine knew damn well Kim and I were scaredy cats and began to quote a favorite old horror movie of ours,
“Barbara! He is coming to get you Barbara!”At that point, Kim and I were giving her the shut-the-fuck-up look as this creepy guy wearing camouflage in the dark was walking towards us. ~excerpt from prose
Crash And Burn,
2017
Dominican University of California
Crash And Burn, Ashton Guasco
The Tuxedo Archives
My eyes open slowly as the paralyzing drugs begin to lose their hold over my body. I wake up alone and at first, I look around in fear; not knowing where I am. I begin to remember the terrifying events of the morning that led me to this place, this hospital recovery room at midnight. It had started as any other horse show day. ~excerpt from prose
The Need To Be Inspired,
2017
Dominican University of California
The Need To Be Inspired, Jessica Curlett
The Tuxedo Archives
It is like opening my eyes for the first time as I step off the plane and new sights greet me like a warm breeze of air. This is the Golden State. The State people think of when “the land of opportunity” runs through one’s mind; home to both the red wood forests, and Tinsel town. ~excerpt from prose
Moon Love Valley, California,
2017
Dominican University of California
Moon Love Valley, California, Megan Lynn
The Tuxedo Archives
There is a valley north of San Francisco where the moon shines her love. Mountains stand tall and proud, rooted to the ground, protecting the valley floor. The North and East mountains are darker, the protectors. They are covered with tall, earthy green trees that, on grey mornings, fog tangles in on its way over the mountain crest, clearing just before noon. ~excerpt from prose
Creation Myth,
2017
Dominican University of California
Creation Myth, Annabelle C. Maginnis
The Tuxedo Archives
There was nothing. Emptier and emptier still, chaos made its way between the gaps. Eventually, chaos spun itself into a figure of all capability. This figure was It. It was an androgynous watery conglomerate that grew tired of life alone, and curious about the nature of its own body. It tugged at its malleable sides and burst, creating a circular globe that It named Earth. ~excerpt from prose
It Happens Everywhere,
2017
Dominican University of California
It Happens Everywhere, Mariah Mcguire
The Tuxedo Archives
When did violence and hate become the norm? I can’t turn on the t.v, listen to the radio or turn a page without hearing about someone getting popped. Pop pop. All it takes is one shot, one stab one burst of anger to end a life. My friends, my classmates did they even see it coming? He wears that red bandana hanging out the back of his pocket with pride. ~excerpt from prose
The Eternal Torment,
2017
Dominican University of California
The Eternal Torment, Benjamin Mages
The Tuxedo Archives
I sigh. How many days have I spent in this hellish torment? Has it been weeks? Months? Years? There’s no way to tell time in this prison of eternal twilight. Each cycle (as it is impossible to know if one of these is actually a day) seems a monotonous repeat of the previous. First, I wake up. I am surrounded in filthy and reeking dirt that covers the walls of my cell. I have a single roommate, Jorath. He’s a brute of a man, just as dirty and reeking as I am after all this time. ~excerpt from prose
California Bluffs,
2017
Dominican University of California
California Bluffs, Katelin Filipps
The Tuxedo Archives
Inhale the salty, crisp air.
Fingers tracing lines through mist
Covered brined metal, despair,
If you’re ensnared, flung away ~excerpt from poem
An Untitled Pantoum,
2017
Dominican University of California
An Untitled Pantoum, Allysa Miranda
The Tuxedo Archives
The woman walked down the lane
with barely a care,
letting the path lead her onwards,
wondering where she would go. ~excerpt from poem
The Line,
2017
Dominican University of California
The Line, Kaileigh Robinson
The Tuxedo Archives
Do you see how low I can be?
Lower than the valley and bottom of the sea.
Last night I was on top of the world.
I had you in the palm of my hand.
You were the line I couldn’t understand. ~excerpt from poem
Scorned,
2017
Dominican University of California
Scorned, Megan Lynn
The Tuxedo Archives
I wove a barbed-wire basket
To carry my ex-lover's heart,
An evil remembrance of what you tore apart
Now all I need is to open his casket. ~excerpt from poem
Ode,
2017
Dominican University of California
Ode, Brittany Blake
The Tuxedo Archives
o Heorot
My dearest love, how I long for thee!
When I yearn for nourishment, thou feedest me.
I grasp for words which thy beauty describe,
Thy pleasing water is such I love to imbibe. ~excerpt from poem
Starry Night,
2017
Dominican University of California
Starry Night, Brittany Blake
The Tuxedo Archives
The day God created her,
there was no mold,
no precedent,
no standard. ~excerpt from poem
From My Mouth To God's Ear,
2017
Dominican University of California
From My Mouth To God's Ear, Aiyana Beck
The Tuxedo Archives
From my mouth to god’s ears
I cry with tears
Save him, save me
Save us for a sad world indeed
A world where a whole is spilt in halves
And a child cries for his dad ~excerpt from poem
Reserved Signs,
2017
Dominican University of California
