Open Access. Powered by Scholars. Published by Universities.®
- Discipline
-
- English Language and Literature (387)
- Art and Design (276)
- Poetry (78)
- Fiction (52)
- Nonfiction (20)
-
- History (8)
- East Asian Languages and Societies (6)
- Japanese Studies (5)
- American Studies (3)
- Feminist, Gender, and Sexuality Studies (3)
- Literature in English, North America (3)
- Modern Literature (3)
- Religion (3)
- Social and Behavioral Sciences (3)
- Women's Studies (3)
- American Literature (2)
- Children's and Young Adult Literature (2)
- Education (2)
- History of Religion (2)
- Other American Studies (2)
- Philosophy (2)
- Psychology (2)
- Race, Ethnicity and Post-Colonial Studies (2)
- Spanish and Portuguese Language and Literature (2)
- United States History (2)
- Women's History (2)
- Africana Studies (1)
- American Film Studies (1)
- Keyword
-
- Poem (107)
- Poetry (79)
- Art (44)
- Prose (40)
- Short story (27)
-
- MFA in Creative Writing (20)
- Artwork (14)
- Love (14)
- Photography (13)
- Japanese Poetry (9)
- Nature (9)
- Earth (8)
- Illustration (7)
- Book Review (6)
- Death (6)
- Fiction (5)
- Stars (5)
- Winter (5)
- Haiku (4)
- Heart (4)
- Life (4)
- Memories (4)
- San Francisco (4)
- Spring (4)
- War (4)
- Autumn (3)
- Blood (3)
- Body (3)
- Bones (3)
- God (3)
- Publication Year
- Publication
-
- The Tuxedo Archives (382)
- Collected Faculty Scholarship (12)
- Dissertations, Masters Theses, Capstones, and Culminating Projects (9)
- English and Creative Writing | Faculty Scholarship (7)
- Faculty Authored Books and Book Contributions (7)
-
- English and Creative Writing | Senior Theses (3)
- Literary and Intercultural Studies | Senior Theses (3)
- Senior Theses (3)
- Scholarly and Creative Works Conference (2015 - 2021) (2)
- Barowsky School of Business | Faculty Scholarship (1)
- Community Engagement Theme (1)
- Faculty Authored Books (1)
- History and Political Science | Pandemic Memory Project (1)
- MFA in Creative Writing | Master's Theses (1)
- Service-Learning | Student Scholarship (1)
- Social Justice | Faculty Scholarship (1)
- Publication Type
Articles 271 - 300 of 435
Full-Text Articles in Creative Writing
Not Far From Home, Serianna Pearson
Not Far From Home, Serianna Pearson
The Tuxedo Archives
I flew out of the San Francisco International Airport with a group of essential strangers to travel out of the country for the first time. After a bumpy ride fully-equipped with a lightning storm, we landed in Quito, Ecuador. I highly anticipated this trip, collecting handouts and attending group meetings, but I was somewhat confused when, standing in the customs line, I saw two pictures: one of San Francisco and one of Quito, with a slogan basically saying “Quito, the sister-city of San Francisco.” Apparently, I hadn’t traveled as far from home as I thought. ~excerpt from prose
Find Yourself By Looking In A New Place, Christopher Leeds
Find Yourself By Looking In A New Place, Christopher Leeds
The Tuxedo Archives
Making the choice to leave a very successful, established life in the corporate world and enter academia was an easy one for me. The opportunity to help students find some direction, to find a path to start their lives or change already established ones, was irresistible. ~excerpt from prose
Churros, Julia Van Der Ryn
Churros, Julia Van Der Ryn
The Tuxedo Archives
We are here in the middle of a country. At night I anchor myself to my husband as if we were surrounded by water instead of a flat, dry plane of land. I hook my foot around his ankle and breathe in dust and the smell of other people's kitchens. Frying foods fuel my dreams. ~excerpt from prose
A Mexican In Metropolis: Pensées Of A Summer Among Parisians, Carlos Rodriguez
A Mexican In Metropolis: Pensées Of A Summer Among Parisians, Carlos Rodriguez
The Tuxedo Archives
Aeroports Charles de Gaulle
How to get there from here. From San Rafael, take the airporter at the Transit Center. Get to SFO. And then take a plane to France. Fly into the night. Arrive the next day.~excerpt from prose
San Francisco, Amanda Martin
San Francisco, Amanda Martin
The Tuxedo Archives
I’m going back to dirty sidewalks
And twinkle-light trees
Whipped cream fog
On stacked, steep, streets ~excerpt from poem
London Colors, Mea Chavez
London Colors, Mea Chavez
The Tuxedo Archives
more green than you’d imagine
cream colored wealth
gray poverty
brick red intellectualism
red and green doors
tulips hidden under earth prolific
purple and pink
pubs wooden brown and black
gold pints and signs ~excerpt from poem
Finding Russel Square, Mea Chavez
Finding Russel Square, Mea Chavez
The Tuxedo Archives
Can’t find Russell Square
coming from the British Museum
as from a daze
lost in this brightness
amid streets I wish
were on a grid
I come across other squares
a children’s park ~excerpt from poem
Previous Engagement, Keara Teeter
Cherokette, Keara Teeter
Bkklm, Keara Teeter
Img_0062, James Fish
Chinatown 052, Alexis Bailey
Chinatown 029, Alexis Bailey
016.Jpg, Josie Stipe
On The Back Of Notre Dame, Brittany Blake
Lost In Florence, Brittany Blake
Inside The Vatican, Brittany Blake
Goddess, Brittany Blake
Ashland Creek, Or, Brittany Blake
Sleeping Ladies, Rachele Ketchem
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, Ashton Guasco
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, Jessica Curlett
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, Megan Lynn
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, Annabelle C. Maginnis
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, Mariah Mcguire
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, Benjamin Mages
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, Katelin Filipps
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, Allysa Miranda
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, Kaileigh Robinson
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, Megan Lynn
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