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Hold Me Dear, Keara Teeter

The Tuxedo Archives

No abstract provided.

Img2998, Lauren Rigor

The Tuxedo Archives

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The Art Of War For Pre-Med Penguins, Elyza Genilo

The Tuxedo Archives

Organismal Biology: Mon/Wed, 8am; General Chemistry I: Tues/Thurs, 8am; Bio Methodology & Research: Fri, 8am. Great, you think to yourself, all 8am classes from Monday-Friday, a 17 unit workload that also includes College Algebra and Statistics for Health Sciences. This is what your college days will be like for the next four years as a pre-med student. How do you think you will survive? ~excerpt from prose

An Open Letter To All The Adam Carolla's, Adrienne Formentos

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So. I want to say I expected better, but in fact, I'm not at all surprised by your total ignorance and racism.

The first time I heard about your tirade about Manny Pacquiao's illiteracy, prayers to "chicken bones," and the Philippine's reputation for sex tourism I found myself caught in a bit of struggle. You see, as a Filipino-American woman I was not at all shocked to find you think little of my motherland and its hero. ~excerpt from short story

Let's Get One Thing Straight, Tyler Birss

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The feeling was far from pleasant. Once my friend’s colossal head collided with my face, I knew that I had broken my nose. Blood immediately drenched my large white tee and trickled down and onto the blacktop. I looked as if I had just fought Mike Tyson in a boxing match during the prime of his career. I slowly stumbled to the athletic trainer’s room with my bud in hopes of receiving some treatment. No one was there. ~excerpt from short story

People Watching Ii, Phillipa Armes

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I wonder if they knew they were neighbors.

I would never have known had I not followed them to their doorsteps. I would never have guessed that these two seemingly average men happened to live next door to each other in their million dollar houses. I would never suspect such a coincidence. Was it coincidence?

But maybe I should learn to expect the unexpected, be it cliché or not. ~excerpt from short story

Tongue Twisting Word Listing, Alex Ward

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I’m Tall like Bunyan, Pierce, and Gasol,
I’m white like Wall, but my names not Paul,
unfortunate fortune tellers break their crystal ball,
Peter Piper picked a patch, cabbage patch doll,
wicked wizardry words slippery like lotion ~excerpt from poem

The Gladiatrix, Heather Soderquist

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Birth me mother, please, in silence
For I’ll know no tranquil world.
Only then will life be peaceful
For I’m a rebel girl. ~excerpt from poem

Sir Gerstle's Fowl Lament, Vicki Thomson

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Do you hear gobbles from a haunted voice?
Feather cape, swan-like neck, on stage no more-
I, Sir Gerstle, gallant turkey, hero,
Swashbuckling star of street studded drama,
Deceased. Thespian whose sharp crimson beak
And golden feet, leaped, fencing and dashing,
Darting between moving cars, trucks, and bikes
Earning their wrath while I gave you a laugh,
Aviary Aristophanes –gone. ~excerpt from poem

Background, Eugene Rinehart

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Dad stands in the back aisle

And smiles

I know, he prefers it that way

To being up front and

Not having a good time. ~excerpt from poem

Unfolding, Julie Muskat

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All the beauty in the world is contained in a grain of sand.
Once a rock, a shell, a bone
Tumbled by history
Tossed through the sea
Atoms traveling, changing, constantly evolving
Forever creating
New forms ~excerpt from poem

Haitian Bitch, Sukey Lewis

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Destruction of my substructure by stressed plates,
Some voo-doo curse laid it on—deconstructing my
Already worn-out, washed-up, ruined heap some called infrastructure.
Why? Too much bad blood, buried bones.
Lost babies, lost mamas, lost—
Nothing new, but nasty all the same. ~excerpt from poem

And On The 7.0 Day, He Rested, Janelle Harris

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The ground merely twitched at first.
A slight hiccup really.
I thought I had tripped,
Lost equilibrium for just a moment.
The ground bellowed next.
A roar really. ~excerpt from poem

The Harbor, Stephen Dalton

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I’ve slid across the bow,
slick with settling mist,
and dropped through the hatch
into the bunk below. ~excerpt from poem

With Death's Cousin, Pastor Bejinez

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I see her blood relation to death, in the wrinkles of her forehead,
Yet, I want her.
Her heavy breath, lingers out, over her damp lips
And E
C
H
O
E
S
A soft invitation, through my mind.
She slowly pulls me, closer to her smooth, magazine face
With her hypnotic, inhaled breath, full of mystery. ~excerpt from poem

Another's Plate, Pastor Bejinez

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She’s the mother of four
Chirping and screaming
Children.
None are his own
Though he wishes
They were. ~excerpt from poem

Toward The Eco-Narrative: Rethinking The Role Of Conflict In Storytelling, Corinne Donly

Publications and Research

Offered as a response to the increasingly popular call within the eco-humanities for stories that will help humankind adapt to catastrophic planetary conditions, this article proposes “the eco-narrative”—an approach to storytelling that strives to compose with, not for, its nonhuman characters. An extension of eco-critical projects that analyze stories for their depictions of nonhumanity, the theoretical research herein brings ecological analysis of narrative to the level of structure. In particular, it problematizes the dominant plot model of conflict/climax/resolution, suggesting that stories motivated by conflict reinforce dualistic and anthropocentric habits for approaching the animal other. Evaluating two narratives concerning the human …

Processing The Suppressed: A Look Into Productive Relationships In Jane Eyre And Villette, Sierra Carney

Virginias Collegiate Honors Council Conference

In order to become a truly aware, authentic self, individuals must process their suppressed experiences and desires. This act is most effectively done when the individual is able to accept their experiences through seeing their suppressed self reflected in or approved by another individual. In Charlotte Brontë’s novels Jane Eyre and Villette, Brontë describes the journey to an authentic self through the female protagonist’s relationship with her male counterparts. Within both novels, the protagonist has a choice between two men: an ideal, marriage-plot husband and an unlikely brute. The men that are ultimately chosen allow a pathway for the …

Traveling Women And Consuming Place In Eighteenth-Century Travel Letters And Journals, Cassie Patricia Childs

USF Tampa Graduate Theses and Dissertations

Traveling Women and Consuming Place in Eighteenth-Century Travel Letters and Journals considers how various women-authored travel narratives of the long eighteenth century employ food in the construction of place and identity. Chronologically charting the letters and journals of Delarivier Manley, Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, Janet Schaw, and Frances Burney, I argue that the “critical food moments” described in their letters and journals demonstrate material, cultural, and social implications about consumption. My interdisciplinary project is located at the intersection of three seemingly divergent topics: food studies, human geography, and women-authored travel narratives. Approaching “place” as a way of being-in-the-world, my project …

Portfolio Vol. Vi N 1, John Wyman, Harold R. Holbrook, Barbara Hayne, Merrimon Cuninggim, Thelma Willett, Albert Miller, Pat Brannon, Nancy Forsberg, Carolyn Kearns, Richard Harvey, Robert Spike, Patricia Stodghill, Donald Ladd

Portfolio

Wyman, John. "Mrs. Brannon's Bathtub". Prose. 1.

Holbrook, Harold R. "Sonnet". Poem. 7.

Hayne, Barbara. "Prayer of A Youth". Poem. 7.

Egger, Ellen. "An Evening". Poem. 7.

Cuninggim, Merrimon. "Lambda Pi Beta Mu". Prose. 9.

Willett, Thelma. "White Rosebuds". Poem. 11.

Willett, Thelma. "Span of A Life in Mine". Poem. 11.

Willett, Thelma. "Seventeen". Poem. 11.

Willett, Thelma. "Ave Atque Vale". Poem. 11.

Willett, Thelma. "The Ashes of Letters". Poem. 11.

Miller, Albert. "...To One I Have Known and Loved". Prose. 12.

Wyman, John. "Browning the Artist". Prose. 14.

Brannon, Pat. "Revolution". Poem. 18.

Forsberg, Nancy. Unnamed. Poem. 18.

Kearns, …