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Zach4, Zach Moneypenny

The Tuxedo Archives

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Untitled, Lauren Rigor

The Tuxedo Archives

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Jhoy, Marion Sarte

The Tuxedo Archives

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Princess, Marion Sarte

The Tuxedo Archives

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Immigration Told Through Cuisine, Melissa Hughs

The Tuxedo Archives

The Fortune Cookie Chronicles by Jennifer 8. Lee is a wonderful, well researched book. Lee, the daughter immigrants from China and a speaker of fluent Mandarin, began this book as a research study into the lives of people who won lotteries based on numbers found in fortune cookies. What the project turned into was a discovery of herself and her culture. Lee, whose middle initial means prosperity in Chinese, combines historical facts and the stories of immigrants, along with her experiences as the daughter of immigrants, in order tell the story of Chinese food. ~excerpt from prose

Being Blond, Audrey Curtis

The Tuxedo Archives

The vast majority of people have hair, and, however they choose to cut, color, or style it, it's always there, on top of their head (and frequently hanging off onto the sides). For me, my hair is always present in a much more vividly apparent way than is true of most people, for I am blond. ~excerpt from short story

Outskirts Of Berlin, November 18, 1949, Jackson Wayne

The Tuxedo Archives

Were almost there, sir”, said the young uniformed driver. There was not much to say from the man in the back of the jeep. He was very quiet with and had aviator’s shades covering his eyes. Unlike the driver, the man in the back did not have on an army uniform or even look presentable or even dressed for the weather. Only a Hawaiian aloha print shirt and khaki slacks barely seemed to shield him from the cruel winter breeze. As they came upon their destination the driver reached over to give the man a green field jacket. ~excerpt from …

When It Becomes His Gun, Jennie Lillard

The Tuxedo Archives

It’s not dead. Ok. Ok. Dad says: If the bird’s not dead, be ready with another shell if it decides to

take to the air. If I can get to it, put the bird on the ground, and smash it--smash it right on the neck--with

the butt of the gun. ~excerpt from short story

Sight, Allysa Miranda

The Tuxedo Archives

The sun beat down on the small suburban park in which all the local children spent their summers. Their laughter rang out among the trees and trickling brook that surrounded the minute playground. The cement path that wound its way around the child-size structures was lined with park benches, all desperately in need of a new paint job. These benches were filled with the mothers and babysitters forced to sit waiting for their charges to finally tire and be ready to lay down for their naps. ~excerpt from short story

Kitchen Poem #4, Lauro Vasquez

The Tuxedo Archives

I like to chase you around the kitchen

treading your footsteps like the

tracks of a seagull marking my way

to your shores because it is then

that your feet become the loveliest ~excerpt from poem

To The Untouchables, Lauro Vasquez

The Tuxedo Archives

to those who’s name or place

of origin is known by no one

to those who’s bullet-ridden blood

polluted deserts and kitchens ~excerpt from poem

I Want To Remember, Mariel E. Valerio

The Tuxedo Archives

I want to remember

crawling into bed beside you

the way I remember

reading a poem aloud for the first time. ~excerpt from poem

Tell The Children: No Talking At The Dinner Table, Vanessa Leung

The Tuxedo Archives

Tell the children no talking at the dinner table

Ivory chopsticks striked down to sever unfinished

Articulations, into pieces of broken syllables.

All not knowing what malice they had inflicted,

Hurried with their sustenance and scattered

Behind walls. Try to make amends

In uncertain ways. Promise

No talking back, nor back-talking. ~excerpt from poem

108 Double Stitches, Robert D. Johnson

The Tuxedo Archives

So tightly I’m wound,

I recoil when struck.

Compressed like a spring.

I’m constantly fondled,

Examined and lifted on high.

A pale white complexion,

red lines all over my face. ~excerpt from poem

Fellow Traveler, Steve Galiani

The Tuxedo Archives

Gather round, be present!

Listen to words granted me

(presumptuous vessel)

by the muse. ~excerpt from poem

Vocation, Steve Galiani

The Tuxedo Archives

daybreak finds me

the freshest of flowers

dew-soaked, opening slowly

to the lighting sky. ~excerpt from poem

We Are Horses, Aijuana Bifri

The Tuxedo Archives

To read and to write is to breathe and to live and to eat and to drink

to sustain my life

when the pen and the pad and the life you had are put on stage

and on the mic

I need to read I need to write and over and over ~excerpt from poem

The Belly, Aijuana Bifri

The Tuxedo Archives

The Star-Spangled Banner plays and I don’t have my hands on my heart

next thing I know, I hear,

“You anti-American immigrant leech

if you don’t like America, why don’t you leave?

if you don’t like America, why don’t you go home?

you’ve talked shit about this country

expressing your pain in this country

aren’t you thankful we serve you in this country?

all you do is take money from this country

you ungrateful...” ~excerpt from poem

Better Than Grey, Tanya Tsikanovsky

The Tuxedo Archives

Our words slide off our tongues like marbles on wet floors,

too wet to stop gliding

And we soak up our thoughts like sponges,

wringing out the water we both now taste ~excerpt from poem

Alternative Process Photography: Beyond Digital And Film, Laura Michaud

Senior Honors Projects

The first permanent photograph was created in 1826 by Joseph Nicéphore Niépce. To do this, he coated light sensitive chemicals on a metal plate and exposed it in a camera obscura (a box with a small hole; a “pinhole camera”). Once the plate was properly exposed to light, he used more chemicals to stop the plate from being light sensitive and make the image permanent on the plate. Throughout the years, many photographers and chemists used many different chemicals, materials, and procedures to create permanent and beautiful images (i.e. Daguerreotypes, Calotypes, Heliographs, etc). With each new process, the previous processes …

Saga Vol. 80 / 2016-2017, Alyssa Froehling, Elena Leith, Emma Smith

SAGA Art & Literary Magazine

No abstract provided.

Spring 2017, Valparaiso University

The Lighter, 1958-Last Year

No abstract provided.

The Lantern, 2016-2017, Lauren Toscano, Kara Travis, Courtney Duchene, Sarah Gow, Ray Macedonia, Ria Malones, Kevin Moore, Serena Schaefer, Paige Szmodis, Brian Thomas, Solana Warner, Zooey Cox, Mara Koren, Nicole Kosar, Eden Patrick '17, Arthur Robinson, Emily Shue, Tommy Armstrong, Angela Antoinette Bey, Kathryn Bormann, Dustin Brinker, Chiara Demelfi, Matt Dwyer, Athena Gainey, Sophia Gamber, Michael Heimbaugh, Rae Hodenfield, Juan Lopez, Joe Makuc, Valerie Osborne, Megan Sear, Althea Unertl, Anthony Alvarez, Sydney Cope, Sarah Defelice, Neomi Haut '17, Yanlin Li, Sarah Wilbert, Mario Heitman '18

The Lantern Literary Magazines, 1933 to Present

• Our Lady of Perpetual Virginity • Essential Terms for the Audience • Stories Untold • Jesus Camp • The Second Avenue Schmear • Driving to the Beach • Thanks, Alice • Decay • Peanut Butter Rhapsody • Transactions • Traffic • Sissy • Melting Wings • Ocean • Small Town Summer • Third Story • Family Trees • Mixed, Just Like Me • Sour Graves • How Sweet the Sound • Goodnight, Halfmoon • I'm Going to Ask Him How • Music • Pizza • Manhoodlike • Meditations From a Bunk Bed in a Home on Mount Pocono • …

Zephyr: The Eighteenth Issue, Zephyr Faculty Advisor, Melissa Destefano, Alanna Sachse

Zephyr

This is the eighteenth issue of Zephyr, the University of New England's journal of creative expression. Since 2000, Zephyr has published original drawings, paintings, photography, prose, and verse created by current and former members of the University community. Zephyr's Editorial Board is made up exclusively of matriculating students.

Ivy Leaves, Volume 92, Ivy Leaves Editorial Staff

Ivy Leaves

The 2017 edition of the Anderson University journal of art and literature, Ivy Leaves.

The names of the known editors for this issue of Ivy Leaves were Jenni Harris, Grant Looper, Shelby Swing, Ruthie Snow, Randi Adams, Cara Ann Hendsbee, Haley Schvaneveldt, Caitlyn Lamb, Jennifer Bowers, Meredith Lyons, Michaela Staon, Tara Stewart, Ben Boerma, Jennifer Jefferson, Matt Swank, Shelby Kenrick, Lindsay Higgins, Cameron Ohls, Anna Tabor, Dr. Randall Wilhelm, and Tim Speaker.

Friends Of Musselman Library Newsletter Spring 2017, Musselman Library

Friends of Musselman Library Newsletter

From the Dean (Robin Wagner)

Library News

• "You do not have a minute to lose!"
• New Homes for Old Books
• Wikipedia Edit-a-thon (Melanie Fernandes '16)
• Share a Table (Sarah Nelson '17)
• A Note of Sadness (Jay P. Brown '51)
• Not Lost in Translation

Half a Million Downloads from The Cupola! (Janelle Wertzberger)

Revisit The Mercury

Mercury Stories of Note (Jerry Spinelli '63)

More Early College Publications Online

The Spectrum of Art

First German Print of the Declaration of Independence (Daniel DeNicola)

Hidden Beneath: Watermarks in the Early American Document Collection (Tyler Black '17)

Archaeological Students Dig Special Collections

Research Reflections …

Jack Apple And Blanche Cream, Annette Lust

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Cook: (narrating) One afternoon, after I finished preparing dinner, an apple with rosy cheeks and a pitcher full of thick white foamy cream stood on the kitchen table.

Cuckoo: Cuckoo! Look at handsome Jack Apple and sweet Blanche Cream! ~excerpt from short story

You Will Forget You Are Even Burning, Cheramie Johnson

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"There's places around here," Rego's mother told him once, outside on their front porch over coffee and tea, "where demons walk."

"Demons, then?" He was always playful, he always catered to her.

"Devils," she whispered harshly, and her skinny fingers shivered against her cigarette. ~excerpt from short story

Strange New World, Marcus Bowlus

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The trip between Egypt and Jerusalem had taken hours already, the environmental shielding on his sand skimmer shone a faint orange, the barren wastes flying by below were scattered with husks of tanks and bones, scorch marks still clinging to a battle field no one wanted to remember. ~excerpt from the short story

The Last Lesson, Travis Lyons

The Tuxedo Archives

Transmission sounds like it’s got maybe a day left in it before I really got to take it in. Put it off long enough now; ain’t like I’ve had any spare cash to pay for it. So now the damn thing sounds like it’s had enough. Fucking lovely. Refrigerator blew out yesterday; dropped my last light bulb while trying to replace the one in the kitchen. ~excerpt from short story