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Full-Text Articles in English Language and Literature
Stubborn Love, Jesse Holliday
A Bit Odd, Alison Erves
Trying To Fix It, Alisha Ragon
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, Jeffrey Wincek
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, Jeffrey Wincek
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, Yvonne Bamba
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, Alisha Ragon
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, Bri Wilson
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.
The Shattering, Bri Wilson
The Shattering, Bri Wilson
The Tuxedo Archives
I’m dead. But I’m still here. My soul got left behind. I didn’t believe in souls but now I have to and
I don’t remember when I was last alive. My memories have been blurred, shaken, chopped. I can’t recall how it ended, there was a lot of pain, then it stopped. Suddenly.
(how did I die.)
Kia Ora, Devan Y. Klein
Steel Ties Do Bind, Misa Rasmussen
Once Upon A Nightmare, Brittany Lyons
I Sit Comfortably In My Hammock, Misa Rasmussen
I Sit Comfortably In My Hammock, Misa Rasmussen
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No abstract provided.
Women Are People Too, Marijke Pieters-Kwiers
Women Are People Too, Marijke Pieters-Kwiers
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No abstract provided.
Look Up, Aaron Ruth
Horizons, Kylie Walsh
Fruits Of Our Labor, Diallo C. Weeks
Emma Grace, Anonymous Anonymous
Cloistered, Kylie Walsh
Ashes To Ashes, Yvonne Bamba
Marilyn's Friend, Nancy's Kaddish, The Dispossessed, Valerie Silver
Marilyn's Friend, Nancy's Kaddish, The Dispossessed, Valerie Silver
The Tuxedo Archives
My friend Marilyn has a girlfriend, Roaslind, who converses regularly with her late mother, but only while driving alone in the car. The chats are usually brief, slid in-between runs to the bank or the grocery store. Rosalind checks in with her mom about her day just as she always had, updates her on the latest goings-ons, asks for guidance when she needs it. Often, she gets answers. What is most remarkable to me about these conversations is how routine they have become in Rosalind’s life. She has found a way to accommodate the loss of her mother while continuing …
Monologue, Carina Romano
Monologue, Carina Romano
The Tuxedo Archives
I had to leave 'em, man.
It was s'posed to be a onetime thing-- one deal and it's done. We just needed a little extra cash, man, but it went so wrong. She had a gun man! A gun! She couldn't pay-- we told her to hit the road, but she wouldn't go, dammit, she fucking--
Kiss Me, Aiyana Ross-Beck
Kiss Me, Aiyana Ross-Beck
The Tuxedo Archives
It was the last weekend of the year and this party was in full flow. Beer pong, quarters and stupid card games were all going on in the different rooms of the house. Maia was alone wandering through the party until she see saw a girl dancing the middle of the floor. She was brunette, tall, and obviously drunk. She was dancing by herself to a Zedd song. Shaking her hips to the beat and to constant crowd encouragement. As Maia stood watching the girl she became memorized. The girl looked in her direction flashing beautiful green eyes and a …
I Cannot Make This Story Come Out Right, Kevin Coates
I Cannot Make This Story Come Out Right, Kevin Coates
The Tuxedo Archives
I cannot make this story come out right. I walked in and he was dead. Dead is dead. Nothing I said or did at that moment could change a single thing. I could wish it; I could regret it. But I could not change it. He was dead on the floor, looking like he was uncomfortably asleep, stiff. He did not have on his favorite shirt. There was a small spaghetti stain under his left pocket, and I knew he probably hadn’t even seen it. How distressed he would have been to die with a spaghetti stain on his shirt.
Drink And The Devil, Richard Clark
Drink And The Devil, Richard Clark
The Tuxedo Archives
When he was twenty-eight-year-old the man began to have a recurring nightmare. He was on the London Underground with his wife, a little before Christmas. Lunch at Simpsons on the Strand had been followed by shopping at Harrods and Selfridges. They carried big bags of gifts and tasteless tidbits wrapped in cellophane and colored ribbon. They were happy, not a care in the world. As the train trundled along the tunnel beneath the Thames, the wife said she could hear the sound of rushing water. “Don’t worry,” the man told her, “the train is watertight.” They sat quietly but the …
Book Review: Changing Harm To Harmony, David A. Seter
Book Review: Changing Harm To Harmony, David A. Seter
The Tuxedo Archives
This reviewer met up with Joseph Zaccardi, editor of a new collection on the subject of bullies and bystanders, at one of his hangouts in Marin County—Aroma Café—to discuss the collection. At the time of our conversation Joseph was nearing the end of his two year term as Marin County’s Poet Laureate. His own published works include: Vents (Pancake Press, 2005); Render (Poetic Matrix Press, 2009); and The Nine Gradations of Light (Bark for Me Publications, 2013).
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I Know, Liza Kroeschell
Atlantis, Zainab Alsadah
Atlantis, Zainab Alsadah
The Tuxedo Archives
Atlantis is a mysterious island that has been mentioned by the famous Greek Philosopher Plato. Around 360 BC, Plato wrote his two famous dialogue books, Timaeus and Critias, which provide detailed descriptions about Atlantis. The existence of this island remains a big question for many researchers as well as many ordinary people. The ongoing interest about Atlantis, has resulted in the filming of a famous Walt Disney animated movie in 2001 under the name of “Atlantis: The Lost Empire.”
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Restoring The Web: Personal And Communal Integration In N. Scott Momaday's House Made Of Dawn And Leslie Marmon Silko's Ceremony, Deborah Aminifard
Restoring The Web: Personal And Communal Integration In N. Scott Momaday's House Made Of Dawn And Leslie Marmon Silko's Ceremony, Deborah Aminifard
English and Creative Writing | Senior Theses
Restoring the Web asserts that N. Scott Momaday's House Made of Dawn and Leslie Marmon Silko's Ceremony are novelized emergence myths, detailing the emergence of their respective protagonists' identities. Abel and Tayo's journey employ the framework of the "monomyth" of separation, initiation, and return. Explored by the essay are separation from self, family, and community. Community includes the earth and their relationship to the natural world that has left these men on the "edge of oblivion." Navajo healing ceremonies, invoking the supernatural, initiates their emergence journey, a journey of discovery, in which their identity is (re)constructed. As with all heroes …
Have You Ever Looked At A Walnut Shell, Matthew E. Davis
Have You Ever Looked At A Walnut Shell, Matthew E. Davis
The Tuxedo Archives
Have you ever looked at a walnut shell… all up close and personal I mean. You get so close your eyes crawl into the grooves until they become gorges and then the rest of your body follows in.