~~- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS~~- Publisher/Editor Jeffrey Angles Executive Editor Matt Weger Public Relations Manager Chandra Elbers Asst. Public Relations Manager Stephanie Warsmith Art Editor Pamela Spetter Asst. Art Editor Erin Nagy Literature Editor Nathan Weaver Asst. Literature Editor Stephanie Rothschild Layout Editor Cara McCoy Asst. Layout Editor Julie Guarino Business Manager Brian Cruickshank

Faculty Advisor JeffHustey

Art Staff Michael Santoro Molly Morris Yolanda K. Jones Erica Downer Literature Staff Curtis P. Ferree Amanda Runyon Lynch Nichole Mathias Rick Powers Yvonne Randel Mel Rogers Layout Staff Rob Funk Ryan Forsythe Ryan Lamb Raj S. Shah Marilyn Flanegan Public Relations Staff Eric Poklar Jim Madder Eileen Lasser Arny Korenstein Eric Edwards Zach Waymer 1992-1993 Mosaic was designed on a Macintosh Ilcx by the Mosaic Layout staff using PageMaker software. Printing and binding by Anchor Press. Cover art by Beth Cerny. Photography by Ken Snow. All submissions to Mosaic are reviewed on an anonyn10us basis. All copyrights are reserved_by contributing artists and authors. Mosaic magazine is a registered student organization at The Ohio State University, Columbus, Ohio. Mosaic ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS TABLE OF CONTENTS--- Publisher/Editor Jeffrey Angles Executive Editor Matt Weger Public Relations Manager Chandra Elbers Asst. Public Relations Manager Stephanie Warsmith Art Editor Pamela Spetter Foreward Jeffrey Angles 1 Asst. Art Editor Erin Nagy Jazzy: "Sweet Succession of Life" Craig Screven 2 Literature Editor Nathan Weaver Asst. Literature Editor Stephanie Rothschild On the Tracks Jonathon Fintel 3 Layout Editor Cara McCoy Falling Shannon Jackson 4 Asst. Layout Editor Julie Guarino Business Manager Brian Cruickshank Five Onions: part 4 Benjy Davies 6 while Sylvia's nuns shake their Faculty Advisor JeffHustey heads and crawl back inside her Joseph Mismas 7 Art Staff Michael Santoro Seven days can change a man Joseph Mismas 8 Molly Morris Yolanda K. Jones Gemini's Amnesia Jeff Chamberlin 9 Erica Downer No Title Theresa Tyler 10 Literature Staff Curtis P. Ferree Amanda Runyon Lynch The Erasing Gray Waves Alex Lucas 11 Nichole Mathias "Detail of Seven Dragons" (1) Adrian Hatfield 19 Rick Powers Yvonne Randel "Detail of Seven Dragons" (2) Adrian Hatfield 20 Mel Rogers In the Footsteps of Demeter Ellen Stavash 21 Layout Staff Rob Funk Ryan Forsythe Someplace Near the Zoo Jason Housh 22 Ryan Lamb Exile Jason Housh 23 Raj S. Shah Marilyn Flanegan Sunflowers Beth Cerny 24 Public Relations Staff Eric Poklar My Father was a Farmer Nicholas Carter 25 Jim Madder Eileen Lasser My City Lover Robert Mayfield 27 Amy Korenstein Perfect in Nature Ellen Grevey 28 Eric Edwards Zach Waymer 1992-1993 Mosaic was designed on a Macintosh Ilcx by the Mosaic Layout staff using PageMaker software. Printing and binding by Anchor Press. Cover art by Beth Cerny. Photography by Ken Snow. All submissions to Mosaic are reviewed on an anonymous basis. All copyrights are reserved· by contributing artists and authors.

Mosaic magazine is a registered student organi~ation at The Ohio State University, Columbus, Ohio. Mosaic 11 Mosaic

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When the first edition of Mosaic appeared over a decade ago, it was a mere folded-and-stapled booklet containing a handful of poems and artworks. Clandestine Ebbing Aimee Nezhukumatathil 29 Since then, the magazine has passed through countless transformations, evolving At the Supermarket Aimee Nezhukumatathil 30 into the form you now hold in your hands. It's changes have not only been physical however. Through the faithful support of the editorial board and staff, Radio colored afternoon August Froehlich 31 Mosaic has emerged as an important advocate of the arts on campus by hosting Evening Ellen Fuller 32 open student readings, guest readings by faculty members and local writers, and South Campus 7-11 Eric Thompson 33 an annual art show. Sick and Tired Eric Thompson 34 In the course of hosting these events and producing the magazine, the staff has received immeasurable help from many sources, the most important Keep Film Handy Tad Pultorak 35 being the talented artists and writers who have produced the works contained Pueblo Indian Women in Hut Derrick J. Lampkin 36 here within. It is always tremendously exciting (and difficult) to sift through the Jar#2 Will Bodner 37 submissions each year. Invariably, we are struck by the high caliber and quan­ Self Portrait Will Bodner 38 tity of outstanding budding artists. It is to you, the writers and creators at the Ohio State University that this magazine is dedicated. Continue your hard work. A Carnival Night Jerry DeCicca 39 To our advisor, Jeff Hustey, and to our main sponsor, the University Palazza da Mula Jerry DeCicca 40 Honors Center, we owe our warmest thanks. Without your unfailing dedication, untitled Heather Sturgess 41 patience, and support, this effort would have been impossible. Also, we must Untitled Heidi Riffell 42 extend our hearty appreciation to our faculty board - Michelle Herman, Kathy Fagan, David Citino, and Lee Abbott - for their guidance. A thousand thanks! dare Meta Brown 43 We hope that you, the readers, enjoy the 1993 edition of Mosaic. Creating home at 2 Meta Brown 44 it has been a long and challenging, yet infinitely rewarding experience. We hope A Quiet Place Shonda Craig 45 that you agree the product is an exciting, thought-provoking, and successful one. #1#2 Rae Zimmerman 46 Artist and Author Biographies 48 Jeffrey Angles Friends of Mosaic Publisher/Editor Submission Information

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·' Craig Screven------Jonathon FinteI----- On the Tracks Behind the water plant, Beyond the perfectly posted maples Lay our caboose, red as a rusted apple. The tracks it stood on were Nothing more than flakes of the Once great rails that split our town. Wheels rusted fast and frozen, Roof like a tissue paper tent, Our Town Hall. Inside were the writings of The ancient ones-at least lcids My brother's age. Tommy loves Linda, Jill loves Tommy, There once Was a man from Nantucket (I can't Remember the rest)-A visual history Of the prepuberty years. The sprinkles of youth spread Randomly on the tattered plank floor. Butts and ashes on the temple's foundation. We didn't mind the mess, it made Us feel rebellious. On one side of the caboose were SmaII rooms, just a bit bigger than A telephone booth. They too were Filled with ashes along with leaves And anything the rodents wanted to Leave behind (It wasn't for a couple Of years that I would find out what those Pellet things were). The somewhat Square window holes were split by Splinters of the sill hanging down From each side, sponge-like from the Termite's inhabitation. From the Jazzy: "Sweet Succession of Life" Holes that faced north we could see oil paint 34" x 34" The softball field, there in all its 3rd place, Mosaic annual juried exhibition, 1993 Glory, the arena of the town men. It wasn't long until we moved on too, Mosaic From one safe place to another. 2 Mosaic 3 Shannon Jackson----­ spectacle and irritated by the noise. With their faces tear-stained and drained of Falling the car, the McDonald's and the church color and their hands flat and turned These are the things that fall from the falling one after another, the impact shook upward-that they can go now ifthey like sky: The mismatched argyles-one with a seat. ~is tuxedo nearly flies out of the the front porch when they hit the ground. even though they are supposed to stay in hole, one a ~mngent green. Gold earrings open wm.dow a~ they f~ll, but the girl rolls All three of these falling so close together the roo m for another 25 minutes before backs, tarmshed and twirling like a top. A up he: window Just in time. A prostitute is cause a loud crash like the finale of 4th of being released. yellowed copy ofNathanjeJ Hawthorne's st~?ing on the nearby corner, awkwardly July fireworks. The cat turns on his back, Something falls from high up in the Th~ Scarkt Letter. Kentucky Fried s?1fting her weight in shoes that are one stretches languidly and rolls into a ball to sky. I cannot tell what it is, because it is Ch1c~e~ buckets, grease-stained and still SIZe too small and swell her feet. Her nap. I do not know whether it is bedtime, dropping so quickly that it is blurry. I co~ta1mn~ one extra-crispy dark meat lea~her skirt is too tight, and her but I don't care. Not tonight. Not when adjust my glasses on my nose. I begin to c?1cken wmg. Faded blue jeans with a vencosed-veined legs show her age better the sky has so much to let go. fo cus. I see it is you, your face is contorted zipper str:tche? and missing a few teeth. than her made-up face. The young couple The sky goes back to smaller things, and your mouth is moving rapidly, in­ And fuchSia hair ribbons, frayed at the ~atch the woman, wondering what her things that don't make so much noise tensely, but no noise is coming out. Your mght was like. edge ~d dirtied from falling out of hair. when they fall: Rosary beads made of fists are raised and clenched, ready to This happens often. on June nights The girl is smiling, still a little drunk black onyx. Frozen Swanson Salisbury strike, hit or blow. here. The air is sticky and thick, and it is and amazed their parents have allowed steak dinners with mashed potatoes, I had wondered where you went when no wonder all these things are either let go them to be out all night. He is smiling baked apples and corn. True crime fiction you packed up your stuff quietly one or break free from the clouds. They fall too, full of pride, lust and giddiness , paperbacks about Ted Bundy, a woman Tuesday night in October. I woke up to o~e after the other in a sort of heavenly because they had fooled around in the with 15 different personalities and a man find your clothes still in the closet, but our shdl'! show.. I am sitting on the front porch, backseat, wrinkling and tearing his who murdered his wife and five children luggage was gone, as was our photo album, slo~ly rocking back in my vinyl folding father's road atlas as they fumbled and because he could not find the remote your baseball card collection, all of our ch'.'11r and watching the descending objects maneuvered around each other and their control. Grandmothers who are reaching ca nned soup and your snow shovel. I I~ is gettin_g dark. I should go turn on a . clothes. The car windows still have traces out, flabby arms open, a huge smile on wasn't sure you had really gone because l~ght, I thmk. But. electricity is so expen­ of steam. They parked in Our Lady of their face and an apple pie sitting next to your toothbrush was still in the holder. sive. anymore and JS no longer considered Perpetual Help's parking lot. (The church them as their grandchildren run towards But when a week went by and you hadn't e:'1vironmentally sound. Instead, I light a comes down quickly behind the them. returned, I knew you were gone for good. I c1gar~tte and watch its flaming end. When McDonald's and the car.) He had seen her An abortion clinic drops from the was sad at first and thought the bed was I squmt and look at it, the cigarette bony body naked for the first time. She did western edge of the sky. Protesters are too big, but then I stopped missing the beco~es ~nother one of those fireflies that not look like the women he had seen in h ' carrying pictures of burned fetuses and fights and the yelling and started sleeping are bli':king about in the front yard. older brother's magazi.pes. Her skin was ls posters saying, "Murderers." A girl, who in the middle of the bed again. . I fli~k the cigarette off the porch, and softer than those glossy-paged women, and couldn't be more than five or six years old, You started falling in the southern it lands m the tall grass off to the left It. her curves were less defined and full of is praying fervently to save these babies. part of the sky and are dropping north­ . h · IS a goo d mg t for this. There is much that nuances. When he reached to touch her A young Indian woman is in the recovery ward. It doesn't look like you'll land with the sky must get rid of. he was shocked to find her skin carried ~ room. She sold her stereo to pay for her the rest of the stuff. That rubble collects I see two high school sweethearts fall low, ele~tric current. He had touched the abortion-the stereo falls even before the beyond the front yard, beyond the trees, after the fuchsia ribbons. Their senior w?men m the magazines, but they felt clinic- and she is screaming for her somewhere off in the distance. Now you slippery and flat. p_ro~ ~as t?e night before, and they are mother as she curls up in a fetal position are close enough that I can hear you. I sitting m his parents' Lincoln Town Car . The magazines follow the church, on the bed. She had come to An1erica to go hear, "Bitch." I hear, "I never loved you outside of McDonald's at 5·59 am . 't· ~heir centerfolds unfolding and fluttering to school and did not know that a college anyway." I hear, ''You were a lousy lay." fi h . • ., WaJ Ing or t e ~estaurant to open. His rented m t?e wind. I see the women laying their woman shouldn't go to fraternity parties I cover my ears, but now I can see you t':1xedo JS. hanging in the back seat, and her bodies open to be fondled and explored and get drunk. "Mama, why didn't you tell clearly. You are falling above the trees, pmk, satin gown is tucked neatly in a The wind lifts them up and down. · me," she cries. One nurse is embarrassed near the edge of the front yard, still at an garment bag and lies flat across the back My cat arches and yawns, bored by the and tries to comfort her, hoping the angle and edging toward the house. When spectacle and irritated by the noise. With protesters cannot hear her screams. you crash, you will hit the front porch. I Mosaic .• Another nurse tells the other women- run inside for cover. 4 Mosaic 5 Benjy Davies ------Joseph Mismas------while Sylvia's nuns shake their heads and crawl back inside her

I figured a few drinks could take the chill off this dead furnace but I was wrong now I'm cold and drunk kneeling to this glowing orange U inside my electric oven I'm cool

to die here like this frozen head full of whiskey falling inside people thinking I pulled some twisted Plath the thought of being compared to that sour bitch makes me cringe and rub my hands

together considering that old head-in-the-oven bit splashing her out to those rippling sorrowed girls in black who carry Sylvia through their dark coffeeshops moods and I don't expect the mourning

when I go I imagine someone will find my unpublished body and it will flow out on the usual interest in unusual death and my words will sink past the shrouds of those upperclass under-read cauterized minds

to the place at the pool table or the bar where I left my self pitying poems in stronger drinks than coffee and between the cues of some blue eyed amnesia and there under a bare bulb

one daughter will set down her Rolling Rock sink the eight stumble on "too bad about that one an.d his oven trip" shrugging she'll pick up her beer and go on to the next ganie

while Sylvia's nuns shake their heads and crawl back inside her oven mumbling ''You do not do, you do not do" hating that I learned to forget where they just learned to die.

. Five Onions: part 4 . oil, acz:ylic, alkyd, aluminum paint mk, pencil, charcoal, marker, pastel, ~tc 46 3/4" x 47 3/4" . Mosaic 1st place, Albert J. Kuhn Award for Excellence in Writing, poetry, 1~93 6 Mosaic 7 Joseph Mismas ------Jeff Chamberlin---- - Seven days can change a man Gemini's Amnesia

It's not hard to hold tough Baseball fields; mowed and lined. Painted dugouts, oiled dirt. until the fourth or the fifth Scoreboard; lonely on two poles. No lights. with the smell of her still Cracked black asphalt and broken white lines. strong in the bed. Beginning nowhere, leading a circle. But how we fade right along Parking lot; newly paved. Yellow lines fresh, front row for seniors. with that flirting patch Press box; wooden and rotting.· Static announcements. on the pillow case; Unbroken fence line and a hole in the gate. those last two days Beckoning outward, shrinking until we hit that night fooling no one. when all of her is gone Tennis courts; nets tightly strung. Built new last year, lights. and the room again stinks Refreshment stand; haunted by mice. Dusty windowsills. like the crotch of this town. Rusted blocks and bandaged hurdles. Feigning injury, On the floor with our empty dying in races. bottle and our dry luck we realize that we I know beyond the stop lights: still have not mastered these where the train tracks go, finer points of dying and behind the Nova Steel plant. that come from the passing Past the park and the river, of women and of time. beside the waste treatment center. Turn around at the gravel pits Still, we take our blue­ and run back to the track. halled hearts and we take our limp egos and we continue Forgotten, we two. to find women and to lose Twins overlooked; them and to change a little overlinked. to die a little more Here was my triumph. everytime and love it One annoying white mongrel showing teeth the and barking, whole as I ran to spite the track. way down.

Mosaic 8 Mosaic 9 Theresa Tyler------Alex Lucas-----­ The Erasing Gray Waves What now? What's next? Knock ". . .trouble?" against the bitter, slick metal door. "Hmmm?" "Come in." "I said, what has been the trouble?" Walk in, but cautiously. What now? The trouble? Trouble, problems- Oh, my God, there are books. The smell doctors. The other doctors. God. Think, hits me in an ancient wave of words that is think... well. .. what about Doctor 1-think­ thick enough to taste. An entire wall of I'm-Freud? Let's see, I walk in and he beautiful richness just waiting, and the immediately asks, 'How's your sex life?' shadows that sleep over their spines are Me? 'What's the matter? You can't get surrounded by light. Light. enough so)'ou have to ask about mine? Turning to ...a window. And before you can ask, no, I do not want to "Good afternoon, Miss Alcides. How fuck my father.' We got offt;o a bad start. are you . .." And then came Dr. Jaffe. He took away my My God, a window! Moving towards books, and... the world, the pearly sky.· And look, my "Are you listening? Why don't you stop God, trees below! And the sunlight stabs shaking your legs, focus on me, and then their leaves with burnt yellow heat, and the we can really talk." wind! The wind that. flows through the I'll just sit here and shake my legs, leaves and creeps around the branches. I thank you. And then there was the doctor remember how the wind would slap against who said she'd.let me read a book a week if my face, and I would swallow it's fresh, cold she could see my journal. She lied. She medicine. It would slide through my mouth never even intended t;o let me have a book. and crash into my lungs, and fill the empty Of course, I didn't give her a real entry. spaces. Just one that I made up, but I don't see how ''You must realize that it is highly she could have known that. unusual that I meet directly with ..." "... die. Is that right?" And it would soothe... ''What?" Shit, what was that? " ... things to discu88. Please, take a "I said, I hear that you think the seat." meaning of life is to die. Is that right?" Turning to a cold, black seat that "Damn it! You've been reading my sullenly waits for me. Walking across loud, journal. Haven't you?" Oh, God. Help. slippery marble, easing onto the hard Help make my mind clear. 'The mind, that leather, noticing the woman across the ocean where each kind .. .' expanse of practical steel. "It's nice to hear you talking, finally .." "Now. I'm Dr. Eradere. I hear we've 'Does straight its own resemblance had some trouble with the other doctors on find .. .' this ward?" "I think we should be able to make No Title · "Mmmhmm." Dr. Eradere. Air-a-dare. quite a bit of progress, if we can stay calm oil on canvas 32" x 48" Air, airy-I want to feel airy, light, skinny. and keep talking." 2nd place, Mosaic annual juried exhibition 1993 A-a hospital ward for airy, light, skinny "But... " Calm. Clear. 'Yet it creates, Mosaic ' people. Dare-dare you to get better. transcending these .. .' ---'------10 Mosaic ------Alex Lucas------throwing up. Instead, they want to make save you. However, we cannot continue me a different person, and I still don't know without your parents' unlimited consent. "We have alot to discuss, but first I how to eat and I don't think I can do it As soon as we receive that, we will make want to get a few things understood ***** between us." It is night, and I feel the cold press of myself. When the food's in my stomach, I quick progress." rough sheets and the thin blanket on my can feel the fat on my thighs throbbing and "Progress? Without their input? But 'Far other worlds and other seas.. .' bones. My hipbones are pushing further growing greedy, and I know that I will stop they understand me better than you do." "Do you know why you were sent to me?" out of my skin all the time. But there's still losing weight and grow fatter than I am, "But they don't understand eating some fat, and that damn IV packet is and I came here to learn how to make that disorders, do they? And didn't you tell me Because there is coal in your eyes. feeding me. Drip, drip, drip into being. stop. Stop stop stop stopstopstop. I love that they contacted us because they wanted Stare hard into the coal. There is nothing else. And my arms are straight and bound, and I words and I hate them. I love devouring expert help? Your parents want you to get hate the tightness that builds when I words, but if I concentrate on them too better; they want us to make you better "No? Let me tell you then. I've remember that I can't move my arms much, they become nonsense. because they don't have the training or the examined your case thoroughly. You are a because if I wanted I could pull out the IV highly intelligent young lady; however, Nonsense. The doctors say that I write time. Tell we, where are they now?" needle and jam it into my throat and bleed, "In Paris." your intelligence is not serving you well, in nonsense. They say that the way I look at bleed, bleed into nothingness. But they let fact, it is hindering our .. ." the world is unreasonable, and that they "Why?" me have paper for a while and I used to must fix me or I won't start eating. I don't "They had a business meeting." Hindering-Stopping-Annihilating. wonder if I could saw and saw on the 'Annihilating all that's made.. .' believe them. I did try to, at first, but then "Yes, they're doing their jobs, and we delicate, curving veins of my wrist until I "Now, I think it would be helpful if you Dr. Jaffe told me that my thought process are here for you, to understand you." He hacked through. But I didn't. I didn't even would stop writing for a while. It's not was messed up. He said, "You must leaned back in resignation and added, "It's try because I don't want to kill myself. I our job.'' helping us make any progress, and it's understand that you cannot make decisions just want to be alone, peaceful. Full of provoking destructive thoughts." for yourself any longer. Your decision not "But... " And there was nothing more peace. Calm. I like writing because I can to eat shows us that you are incapable of to say. Nothing more would be heard. "Screw you." Time to leave. Jerking feel that way and my writing never, ever making any decision." They saw themselves as the experts and me up, sliding across marble, wrenching door­ says, "You are abnormal, you are crazy, you "But why?" as a case study. ·A case study with no knob. It won't open. Locked in. Turning to are anorexic, you are suicidal." face Air-a-dare. "Why? Because this is what our rights and rich parents. My parents are The room smells of blood. That sharp "Things aren't going to change if you analysis of you tells us, and because we still deciding whether or not to give the metallic smell that makes your mouth and rush back to your room. I've already had have a better perspective of you than you doctors control, and I'm not allowed to talk nose sting. They take blood at least twice a Carl remove your journal, any paper, and could possibly have." to them any more. l think the doctors told night. I wonder ifthe blood flows faster all the crayons from your room." "How? How could you know me better them that it upset me, and wasn't in my when it's trying to fill up the empty space? best interest. The doctors are good at Crayons, can't stab yourself with than I do?" crayons. These people, who are trying to help (Hell­ "Because we have a clearer picture of manipulation, and my parents want to p. Hell is not peaceful) me, want more than what is happening to you, and we have believe that I will get better here. So, my "Anything else? Then our session is my blood. I have come to understand that dealt with numerous cases just like you parents will probably believe anything they over for today. You will be escorted back to they want to take me, myself, out of me, say. Believe it, fall for it. Fall into it, the commons area, where I would like you before." their patient. My-self. My-my mind. become a part of it. Devour it as I used to to stay until dinner. I don't want you to be "I'm not like everyone else." Self-my mind is my self is me, and to by yourself until lights out. Is that "No, of course not, but your disease is devour books. But that was before Dr. understood?" make me better that must be erased. When the same as the other patients on this Jaffe took them away. He said, "I'm my self is uprooted then their ideal can be ward." worried about how much you've been I can feel my eyebrows pulling closer to planted and I can be well. But I don't want my eyes and my breath sliding out of every "Maybe, but... " reading since you arrived at the hospital." corner of my lungs. to lose me. The me that came here looking "You know we have the training to "What?" I sat and stared into his for _a solution, a way to make things better, "Fine then. See you tomorrow." make you better, don't you?" glassy, blue eyes, and wondered why I a way to eat. If I lose that part of me, why ''Yes . . ." couldn't see anything besides my own Tomorrow. Today is tomorrow is today should I live? All I wanted for them to do is tonight. To-night. To-to be. Night-to "Then please, let us help you. You reflection in them, why I couldn't see was help me eat, show me how to take a be alone is night. have a disease and our job is to remove that anything beyond that glacial blue. bite of food and not even think about disease as quickly as possible in order to "Let's see, you've been here one month Mosaic Mosaic patterns are breaking and falling into dots bracelet. "That!s my 'name' while I'm here" ------Alex Lucas and fading into ... Run finger over the tag that has become today, and there hasn't been any change. standardized personality test. Hundreds of ***** me. "It's J.R. Alcides #492-93-4309 . You can understand that we have to try questions, but the last couple hundred just It is breakfast, and twenty-some Rm#17." something new, and I think that your books repeated the first couple hundred. women and girls sit and stare at food. Not "Well, I guess you do talk, even if you are getting in our way." #97-Do you talk to demons? me. I love to touch it. To feel the texture don't make sense." "No, they're not. Really, I swear that #379-Do you ever see evil spirits? against my fingers and press it against my Sense? She doesn't see? But I filll my books aren't hurting me." I took a deep #53---Do you ever get a 'dreamlike' face, and to feel closer to the colors. This making sense. I am. Talk. "Well, see ... " breath and held the air down until I started feeling towards life where it all seems tim~an orange, a bagel and squishy Pick off a piece of bagel, slide it across the seeing blurry blue in the ice-cap eyes. unreal? scrambled eggs. Oh, and milk. And water. tray to a new corner where it will be alone "We feel that reading makes you think #213---Does life ever appear 'dreamlike' I like water, but I really like the ice. It sits and not have to communicate. too much, too strenuously about or unreal to you? in my mouth and melts in miniature rivers Communicate-talk, "See, well ... Do they unimportant things. We feel that you Two days later I went to get my that trick.le down my throat and pool there ever call yQll by your first name?" should be concentrating on your disease "results." Dr. Jaffe's eyes were back to until I force them into my stomach. Or I Her face scrunches towards its center, instead." regular glassy blue. can chip off slivers with my teeth and "Oh. I don't suppose they do." "You're wrong. If I don't read, I won't ''Let's see.. .492-93-4309 ...Alcides . swallow the hard pieces of cold. Nothing "Yeah. Me either. So my tag is me." be able to discover ..." Well, the board decided it would be best to else looks good for my stomach. The eggs My tag is me because they've taken the rest "Discover what? What do you think start you on medication immediately. Of look good for the milk though. Open the away and ... you are going to be able to find in poetry course, we'll need your parents' approval waxy container, spoon the slimy eggs, "You write, don't you?" Sarah is that will help you get better?" first." casually slide them into the liquid white, making her eggs into a mushy pool of Careful. I had to be careful. "I keep "They won't give it." Watched his eyes and then relax. yellow slime. looking for something that will make it get harder, like sapphire. "Hey. Look, don't bother with that. "I used to." Used to before yesterday. better. Make the pain feel not so solitary. ''We'll see." They check the milk cartons." Before they took that away too. Pick up the When I read, I realize that I'm not the only "Can't we just talk about these What? Turn to see a woman with alive orange, slide thumbnail under its skin, one . . ." problems that you think you've found?" He gold and green eyes. They are round. Too twirl it in a circle, and remove a minuscule "The only one? Of course you're not. thought that was funny. A half grin/smirk round, like someone took a compass and piece of bright orange. Watch it drop to the Just look around you, there are chiseled itself into his granite face. drew them on her face. tray and start over again. twenty-three others in this ward alone." "No, I don't think that will be "I guess everyone's right about you." "Well, why 'used to?' Why did you "I am not, not like everyone else. I am necessary." "Hmmm?" Right? About me? stop?" not like them. Don't you see that? Don't And I walked out. I decided that if he "They say you won't talk to anyone. Sarah's face is getting fuzzy, and I you understand?" Stop it. Calm down. wouldn't talk to me, then I wouldn't talk to That you talked to the doctors at first but can't make it cl ear. Stop? Stop. Make it Make him listen. ''Dr. Jaffe, I need to be him. So I left. Left. What do I have left? then you just closed off." clear. Make my mind clear. 'The mind, able to read. I need my books." No books, no writing, and I would have Yes, I closed off. They wouldn't listen, that ocean where each kind does .. .' "And I think you can do better without tried to explain to Dr. Eradere how I can so how could I talk? Talk. I would have "'Straight its own resemblance find.' I them. Please don't challenge me on this, communicate on paper, how it links me to talked to the other women, but they already love that poem. It's by Marvel, isn't it?" my decision has been made." the chain of sanity, but she was too harsh had little clusters formed and I was new­ "Um ... " What? How did she? What... "No. I won't let you. You can't. You and severe and cold. And I think she was the outsider. I'm used to being outside of "Sorry, you were mumbling, and I can't take away my books!" His eyes enjoying her position to deny me of my self. groups because at school they called me recognized that poem." started slithering shut. Deny-denial-they say denial is escape, insane and didn't want to talk to me. Talk. Sarah's gold flecks are dancing around ''You've left me no choice." just like they say I escaped in my books. Talk to this woman. I could ... in the green of her eyes. I'm falling into Calm. Had to be calm. ''But I need De-ni-hal. Nihal-annihilate. They want "What's your name?" the pattern, and moving with her eyes them." And he just shrugged. Shrugged to annihilate my self. My self will deny Name-the part of me that they can't and ... and wouldn't listen, and took away my them that right. But they are right, I really take away. "Okay ladies, time's up. Pass your books. And I hated him, I do hate him for should eat. I should try to eat breakfast. "Mine's Sarah. What's yours?" trays in. Those of you who have group can it. The next day he made me take a Break-fast. Break-break the pattern, "Um, well, see?" Point to the ID move to the commons, and the rest of you Mosaic Mosaic 15 you're wrong. When you take the rasa then they ·can rewrite you back in any Alex Lucas------Thorazine you can't control it." way they want. Don't let them erase you." know the routine." focus on her eyes my thoughts stay clear. Sarah gave me a familiar vacant grin, Sarah turned her eyes forward-and The routine. Sitting for two hours at Just after we met, she asked about and turned away her eyes as more patients said, "It doesn't matter if I say okay or not. the table. Sitting her until the food that I Marvel's poem, "Why where you mumbling filed into the commons area for our group They have complete control." haven't eaten is settled and I won't be 'The Garden' at breakfast yesterday?" therapy. "Sarah, no ... " No, no, no. I could see tempted to throw it up. The gold flecks were flowing The coal black of Dr. Eradere's eyes that she wasn't listening to me any more. "Bye. I have group, but I'll see you rhythmically through the green. "I think comes back into focus. Any-more-no more, not through the later?" Sarah stands and moves into the it's because I want to stop my thoughts. " ... feel like you don't listen ... " Thorazine haze. Haze is not clear, not procession of bodies that move away. Stop the thinking process. Somehow make Sometimes I'll listen to one sentence clean. You can't discover anything new in a Away. A-way. A-Alcides. Way-the my thoughts scatter into nothingness." The until it starts to run in circles like it's haze. Dis-cover. Dis-dissect my thoughts. doctors will find a way to take the rest of gold started melting into the green. chasing its own tail. Then all other Cover-uncover new thoughts. I want to me away. They will find a way if given "Why? Why would you want to do thoughts get trapped up in the whirlpool of discover more about myself. Sometimes I time. Time is strange, and I can't ever that?" Sarah shivered and pulled her one simplistic sentence, and words come think I want to die, but I don't want to figure out how the past flows into the sweater sleeves over her hands. alive and take on shape and color and regret it. Maybe that's why I kill myself present into the future. How they all "I guess that sometimes I wish I could smell. slowly. So that I can stop if! discover merge at one point. How the future feel nothing. Just stop feeling. Maybe no "Are we going to try and communicate something to make it better. To make ... becomes the present which becomes the feeling is better than feeling pain." I today?" "... Thorazine." past. started pulling bits of dried skin off of my No. No communication. Just sit and What? Shit, I, did she ... ***** lips when Sarah closed her eyes. shake my legs because I feel how it must be "Your parents don't see a problem with Two weeks have passed since I started "The doctors want you to believe. that. burning up some calories. Annihilate the starting you on the medication now, and we seeing Dr. Eradere. Now I sit and face her Do you really agree with them?" calories. Ann-i-hil-ate. Ate--i!at. Sarah feel that it is your best interest." small, black marble eyes. "We're still not A sharp, bitter pain stabbed my bottom says she'll never be able to eat food, but if No. How could they? "No." nonono. eating, I see." lip and the blood pooled on the wound. I they would make a pill to substitute for the "Don't worry, the medication will make See, sea-a sea. My mind is a sea of licked its sharpness and remembered to nutrients and calories, that she could take you feel calmer. Soon we'll be able to make words. An ocean that creates ... look at Sarah. "Only sometimes. Only it. I think I will be able to eat one day. I've some real progress." "... worse ... " when the pain overloads everything else. been trying to eat a little bit of soup for a "No. You're wrong, the medicine will 'Far other worlds and other seas .. .' When all the pain steadily increased until couple days now, and it makes me sick, but pollute ... " Will pollute me, will " ... use different methods ... " it blurs out the clearness. When it comes to I'm trying to eat. Eat-ate-annihilate. contaminate my mind, will destroy me. 'Annihilating all that's made to a green the point that everything is bound up in The doctors are trying to annihilate Sarah's "The medication will make things more thought in a green shade.' Annihilate. The confusion and frustration. When I start to mind. They give her Thorazine and now clear, and our success· rate with Thorazine doctors want to annihilate my mind. To believe that I really am crazy. When I'm they keep asking her to try something new­ is very high." make me well so I can function as a normal alone and I still half believe that I really -shock therapy. She says it might help. "No. Not for me, it won't help me ... " human being ... am insane. Do you ever feel like that?" Yesterday she said, "I'm sure they know Not me, no. I can't, I won't, no. "You won't eat. You won't talk ... " "Sometimes, but then I try to what's best for me." Her eyes looked "We'll see how it works and then decide When I could write, I was able to pull concentrate on other things." melted, watery. Everything was blurring, from there. Sleep well tonight. We'll talk the thoughts out of the choppy ocean of my "Yes! Like the poem! If you say it but I had to make her stop, make her see. tomorrow." mind and see them clearly. Now I have to again and again until it starts to radiate Had to focus hard on the fading gold flecks. Make it clear. 'Annihilating all that's press my thoughts back and they build up from the center, then it will envelope all "Sarah, I think you're wrong. The made to a green thought in a green shade.' on top of each other until they press down your thoughts." doctors just want to make you blank so that Sarah's eyes are green and gold, and they and crush some of me. When it gets bad I "Yes, so maybe the doctors are right you're not a problem anymore." Group was used to be clear but now they are blended try to talk to Sarah. I try to imagine that about putting me on medication. I have felt about to start, and patients were seated in and blurred and now I will be hazy and I speaking to her is like writing. When I calmer since I started the Thorazine." lines around us. The effect was stifling, won't be able to focus and make it clear. It would write, the paper would listen. Sarah Her eyes melded into Topaz and I had like being corralled with cattle. No, being will be like time and I won't make any listens. She sits and stares at me, and if I to struggle to make it clear. "No, I think penned with sheep. "If your mind is tabula sense and days will flow by without me Mosaic Mosaic ------Alex Lucas------Adrian Hatfield. knowing and it will all be messy. Like move. Sarah just sits and stares and stares today and tonight and tomorrow and they and stares. all flow together, and become one. Now it's "Stop it, stop it, Sarah stop it stop stop day, but soon it will be night, and they will stop." be one. She won't stop, and I shake her ***** shoulders and she just stares at nothing It is now night, and my arms are being and won't stop. Stop. strapped and tied and cuffed to my bed. "Stop. You can't see her for a while," And Carl the nurse has a needle and he's Carl's voice says. going to drug me so my mind is blank and I See her, see her-she's not here. I can't think. Think. Think of a way to stop can't see her for a while. A while, hours, this. Watch Carl move towards you. Wait days, weeks. and watch until he's close enough. Now. * * * * * Kick at the meaty arm, don't miss, no don't "It's been three weeks since we've miss. Miss. started on your medication, and we don't "Look, Miss. Look at me. You're not see any real improvements.. ." going to win. Just hold still and it will be Im-prove-ment. Prove that. over in a second." Improving. Self-improving. Improving the Second. Hour. Week. Eternity. focus. The Thorazine focus. Focus on the E-tern-ity. colors. Focus on one color. Purple. Peace­ Tern-turning to see the point touch­ ful purple. Purple can fall from the ceiling ing my vein and feel the needle slide in in dots and splotches and never touch the like .. .like .... ground. Ever. It just flows back up and "There. Done. Goodnight" falls again. And floats ... Lights out. Dark. And I feel the wet " ... try something new ... " on my cheeks and know that I am crying for New. Something new. Sarah tried my self. And the darkness is sliding across, something new. New-no-stop. No more and my body is becoming light. Light is peace, I'm full of breaking links that are my day is fading ... self, and the ocean that is my mind is ***** devouring my thoughts and annihilating It is day and I can't find Sarah. I need my calm, and the ideal they want to plant her, I need her help to make it clear. I need will destroy my self-learning-discovery, her and she is not here. Here. If she's not and time is blurring and words are here she must be somewhere. Get up. nonsense and life is being erased and I Walk slowly across slick tile. Slide hand want to live and learn and death is not along whiteness of the wall. Room number calm and I don't want to lose the light and nine. Sarah's room. The door is open and dark and the colors and no, no, no! Stop. Sarah sits and stares. "... shock therapy ... " Sarah, I need to talk. Sarah?" . Stop! The colors run. I think they are Sarah doesn't look at me, or speak, or hiding. "Detail of Seven Dragons" (1) 1st place, fiction, Albert J. Kuhn Award for Excellence in Writing, 1998 watercolor 22" x 12"

Mosaic Mosaic Adrian Hatfield------Ellen Stavash-·---- ­ In the Footsteps of Demeter

Th.is year the winter never ended. July is chilly, and the dew cracks, crystalline, At dawn. They say it's latitude That keeps the sun slow and pale, and the stars Off lrilter, but the chill runs deeper than reason, Like fear of the dark. Our bodies remember the myths; They know the winter doesn't always end. So we spin our chords in a circle, Weaving voices, the thread ofa thought Given breath and kept warm between us As we clamber through pastures, braving nettles To explore these alien bills. We are our own ring, warding off the remnants Of this strange frost.

"Detail of Seven Dragons" (2) watercolor 22"x12"

Mosaic Mosaic Jason Housh------Jason Housh------Someplace Near the Zoo Exile "And everybody Som.ething strange is calling got real happy" Knocking at the door --LeRoi Jones Something I've never tried to understand We, like totems She and I know about eating 0, dear And even more about sleeping Are waiting Sleeping like a lubernation Driven to caricature From the winter Between busline excursions That the populace is blowing around Back and forth I think of that little country jukebox place in Chicago But we feel none of the chill in here Hard, real crazy oldtimers And late at night I slip quietly out Sippin up afternoons slowly To steal what few things we need We said we were comm.in from Alaska Some food but mostly drink And the one said he'd been in the service up there Out the window I slide down the tree And it didn't matter a bit And evade the Fathers that are lurking If none of it really happened And in the grocery store there are Mothers in every aisle The bar lady started yellin loud Trying not to look like Mothers "What's the goddamn noise?" But it's all the more obvious It was high pitched, tinny And I am much too fast for them She was goin around I climb back in the window where she is smoking in a dream Turnin all the neon beer signs off and on And we sit together And all the oldtimers were gettin off their stools Silent with the absence of aspirations And lookin under their mugs We wonder about Canada And the lights were flashin While outside the Mothers and Fathers are banging and screaming Then the bar lady was yellin at this blue-haired one "This is a mistake" they're saying almost with satisfaction Because it was her hearin aid makin the noise But we're fine and with a turn of the knob ''Turn that goddamn thing oft'' Mozart gladly drowns them out But she was just smilin And outside our only response comes in the form of smoke Listenin to her own country music in her head Drifting from our cigarettes And what a perfect place to be Out the window I thought And north toward Ontario What a funny thing Indecipherable signals That we're all grotesques Propped up by whatever we've got Until we no longer care about the city The nostalgic heartbreak dreams Or th~ maddening noise Mosaic Mosaic Beth Cerny------Nicholas Carter·---- - My Father was a Farmer That's not right. Hattie's daddy was a tell her stories. He told her he had a little farmer. My father is a famous doctor. He bit of Cherokee blood in him, so she did too. is in Africa helping all the sick people She wondered ifit was in one of her fingers there. or maybe her toes. He told her all about the Hattie is my best friend. We do Indians that used to live there and hunt everything together and we tell each other there and how other people came and killed all our secrets. Our most favorite place to them and chased them away when they go is the little hill across the field behind hadn't done anything wrong. His voice our barn. There are green bushes on it that would get snaller and smaller as he talked look like they should be in front of until she could almost not hear him. The somebody's house. My dog Frisker goes stories and the way his voice sounded made with us. It's nice there because it always her sad and sometimes the ground would smells like Christmas. get all blurry but she didn't cry. Not then. It's not so easy crossing the field now But Hattie cries real hard sometimes when because it's all grown up in weeds. It was a we're sitting on the hill. I don't tell anyone. lot easier when it was a wheat field. Some It's one of our secrets. of the weeds have stickers and some are My mommy is a school teacher. She almost as big as I am. I can always tell teaches at the same school where I go, but where Frisker is by the way she makes the she teaches first grade and I'm in the third tops of the weeds dance. grade. Sometimes Mr. Wallace, he's the Sometimes we sit on the top of the fifth grade teacher, he comes over to our little hill by the bushes and play like it's house for dinner, but he doesn't want me to Christmas and we watch Frisker trying to call him Mr. Wallace then. He says to call chew the burrs out of her hair. That's when him Dan. But I always forget and call him Hattie remembers things to me about her Mr. Wallace and then he tells me again daddy. Nice things like how he used to rub that I should call him Dan. I'm afraid I'll his scratchy chin against her cheek and she just call him Mr. Wallace again, so I don't would scream but she liked it. And how call him anything. they used to walk in the wheat fields in the Mommy likes him. I can tell. She fall before the wheat started growing. The smiles a lot when he comes over and laughs fields were just bare dirt then and he in a diff!!rent way and she's a lot nicer to showed her how to hunt for the arrowheads me then. But he kind of scares me . One that the Indians left. She and her daddy time when he came over he got out of his would walk real slow with their heads car and Frisker jumped up on his pants and bowed down and look for a little bit of got them dirty. It made him real mad and glassy stone sticking out of the dirt. Most he pushed Frisker down on the ground of the time when she saw one and picked it hard and grabbed her by the skin on her Sunflowers up it was just a stone, but twice when she neck and kept saying "NO! NO! NO!" I oil on wood 24" x 30" reached down she uncovered beautiful pink yelled at him and told him "Leave her 1st place, Mosaic annual juried exhibition, 1993 and gray arrowheads. alone!" He told me .it didn't really hurt a While they walked, her daddy would dog to do that and that was how you made

Mosaic Mosaic ------~ 25 Nicholas Carter ------Robert Mayfield them stop doing bad things like jumping go out to the barn or the fields and come My City Louer up, but I don't believe him. I think he's just home and not say anything and when she mean. I keep thinking maybe if I do asked him why he wasn't saying anything something bad, even if I didn't try to, like he looked at her mommy out in the kitchen Rain drenched skyline, the light of my cigarette on the mist­ Frisker, he might shake me by the neck. and then out at the fields and then back at ! thought it was love. Anyway, Frisker never jumps up on me. her and said, "Honey, I'm tired. Tired of I imagined a rainbow arched across the river, above the traffic, the bustle, Mr. Wallace calls me Berry but he says talking. Everything's already been said." Hovering on air like an angel's lullaby, dancing, it like bear ray. He says it's another name She didn't understand what he meant but Daring us to break time and end the waltz and just listen. for my name. My name is Tami. Mommy the sound of his voice made her feel heavy says he's just trying to get to know me and sad, like when he talked about the You said no. better so be nice but I just think it's dumb. Indians. In the storm we watched a battle; you laughed

Honorable Mention, fiction, Albert J. Kuhn Award for Excellence in Writing, 1993

Mosaic Mosaic Ellen Grevey ------Aimee NezhukumatathiI--­ Clandestine Ebbing

In fields this girl ran from remedies threw teapots down those stairs hjdden by a crown of flowers that she placed on her head you explain the nurses drip quiet ill the snow tilt her head up over no stars tonight what more shall we confess flipping pages of my mind could become luxury true to his heart blue skies for you clover for me does nothing to obscure the capriciousness of which holds your hat believing through those tunnels tiU then relish in the thought that she never loved more.

Perfect in Nature glass 17" x 5" x 4"

Mosaic Mosaic Aimee Nezhukumatathil--- August Froehlich At the Supermarket Radio colored afternoon

I thought I saw you Radio colored afternoon at the grocery store yesterday and the smoke curls up I was picking out tomatoes you were nicely standing by the lettuce when candles convalesce Sitting in the kitchen can't pass that building "does this look ripe to you?" and cruising through you looked like the sun my mind "line two just opened up, ma'am" swirled my ankle I think of you in the water and move on "Those were eighty-nine cents a pound" thinking of days that never were Hot coffee washes so I guess my teeth and the checkout line was closed. those days seem like two spoonfuls of sugar

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Mosaic Mosaic ------Ellen Fuller------Eric Thompson· South Campus 7-11

the slurpee machine purrs away under the florescent lights that illuminate the aisles and bring a special glitter to the face of a homeless man trying to tell a girl in a slayer t- hirt about the canrubals that worked for his landlord. all the stickers and signs and price tags reach out with coruscating color to stag my eye and mold a pungent mosaic of everything I never wanted.

Evening acrylic and oil on canva 24" x 40"

Mosaic Mosaic Eric Thompson----­ Tad Pultorak Sick and Tired Keep Film Handy

The tired days bleed the empty nights Mr. Sunshine, finding the bodies on the sand over and not over bleed the need to casts radiation upon their soaked swimsuits. burn once again more The skin of beached whales please beading with polluted water it's all over not over tans beneath cocoa butter stench. once again and again the sick tired no good Hearing the bleat of the whistle tired and sickness of no goodness carried on little kids' water wings, sickness bleeds all over again. they raise their shaded eyes to see that one of their kind hasn't made it to shore. The unfortunate dips below the green foam and the herd pulls out their camaras, rejoicing about what great vacation shots this will make.

Mosaic Mosaic Derrick J. Lampkin ------Will Bodner Pueblo Indian Women in Hut

with mud hands dressed in dust, they caress the vase, so warm. Winds wander in breathing warm and talking, no whispering to those waiting shadows haunting the vase's face,

stealing its curves

and those hands dressed in earth and clay tears carve cliffs and silent va11eys with splinters of ladders and wood under the caliente sol.

Jar#2 acrylic and oil 36" x 24" Mosaic Mosaic ------Will Bodner------Jerry DeCicca A Carnival Night

The pines with jagged coned heads align serrating the overcast Each battling for the clouds like a capitalistic arboretum And we sit locked at the top of the Ferris wheel

Self Portrait· acrylic 36" x 24"

Mosaic Mosaic Jerry DeCicca------Heather Sturgess Palazza da Mula untitled

the blue lighted tenements cool water rushed in its hurry cast our shadows atop the past my feet, bare when we rough river walked home that day. baptized by the wet, consolation came And you argue flat-earth theory from soft fingers, puddles with a cartographer's perseverance caressed my ankles (he's not and I listen, leaving, (a year, no less, before). I felt trying to balance the canoe that touch again, when sand until the sun sinks back was white and warm, drunk behind us. that day on sun and the pulse of steel drums. even then your touch surprised me (now, Then I row home. stay (in without, around) my soul release in me those elements by which, unconquerable, you.

Mosaic Mosaic -----Heidi Riffel}------Meta Brown------dare "Don't threaten me with love, baby. Let's just go walking in the rain." --Billie Holliday Oiled and broken in, Glenn Street once offered romance to any new blue eye With a flick of its superhero-red cape. Faded navy twill unrolled head on into the adjoining highway, descent braced by a feeble curb. Its lacking • gutter protection promised any misty day a driveway marsh. Rubbled sidewalks pulled like canal horses along side, waved cracks to balance tight footed, between, were always pieced with Cubist chalk designs, unseamed by rising and falling slabs. Wise oaks and maples brooded forehead-to-forehead in protective horror.

Now we read labels, erase graffiti. We look more into mirrors than puddles. We know downhill races mean scraping spills, which only eventually rinse away in the wash. Since then we've been instructed in loss. We shelve our treasures.

This understood, tonight let's go walking in the rain. Let's stand on the cracks to give back Untitled the lessons and let our lines blur together like comic pencil drawing 24" x 30" chalk charicatures melting · into the folds. Mosaic Mosaic ------Meta Brown-----­ Shonda Craig home at 2 My husband is rolled, like a lump of dough on the love seat. Hopelessly still, his unfilled boundaries burden with elephant skin. Hungry yeast rises to squeeze out his eyes. Bored of waiting, I grab keys, flounce out,

steal a front table in a mud-basement hangout feedback jostles regret for this choice until i am warmed to the noise my focus is caged by the front man young and jagged with the fresh­ torn look of a wound before the blood it gushes to his face my eyes shirtless he's turgid he jerks and falls arrhythm1c; punk rock? i drop with the band into a common vertigo the show burns dries my eyes boxes my ears beyond infirm injured well from the affair

Home at 2, deaf and sore, I climb into bed with my adventure. My husband's eyes open, dough-creature lost, and their cutting reflection startles me. His mouth gashes a smile as I hesitantly brush A Quiet Place his crested chest, newly hazardous pastel 17 1/2" x 23 1/2" to my ticklish, abused eyes. Mosaic Mosaic -----Rae Zimmerman-----­ #1 #2

All frequent beauty of simplicity and the familiar Please while the sun is slit through the morning's inertia bring my robe for the rosebox heart In a draft, we are warmed by emptiness, the petals becoming brittle and I cup my hands around it.

Mosaic -AUTHOR AND ARTIST BIOGRAPIDES - -AUTHOR AND ARTIST BIOGRAPIDES - Will Bodner is a sophomore from Cleveland Jerry DeCicca is a freshman English major. Shannon Jackson recently graduated with humorous. "Its cynicism came late with majoring in fine arts. He intends to pursue He also writes fiction and would like to an English major and plans to eventually several revisions." a career in painting and drawing upon write the first folk opera. On top of this he move to New York and get work in publish­ graduation. says, "Bruce Springsteen makes my roclcin' ing. According to Shannon, "Falling" was A freshman from Troy, Heidi Riffe]) is world go 'round!" written after a long hiatus from writing studying visual communication design. She Meta Brown is a second year student with and is about "things you lose over time." plans to pursue a career in freelance junior status. She is planning on majoring Jonathon Fintel is a sophomore. Next year design. in Dance. Concerning her interests, she he plans to go to Florida and learn how to Derrick J. Lampkin is a junior majoring in says, "I dance, and I dance, and I dance, record and engineer records. He describes geology. He describes his poetry as "ab­ Craig Screven: "Jazzy: "Sweet Succession of and sometimes I write." his writing as simultaneously "romantic" stract," "spiritual," and "emotional." He Life" is the music that influences my work." and "realistic" and says his poem, "On the says he hopes each of bis readers, regard­ (Jazzy: "Sweet Succession ofLife"/Screven Nicholas Carter is an English major with Tracks," is "just a recollection of my less of what they may bring to the work, Collection/1992) junior status. His story "My Father was a childhood." are able to get "what they need out of it." Farmer" was inspired by a reading Profes­ Ellen Stavash is a senior English major. sor Elizabeth Dewberry Vaughn gave last August Froehlich is studying wildlife Alex Lucas is a senior majoring in English. She hopes to go on to graduate school and autumn. He explains, "It was hearing the management in the Continuing Education She describes herself as "extremely intro­ to continue writing. She also hopes to voice of a ten or eleven year old girl done program. He is planning on working for verted." Her long term goals include "travel extensively." In fact, her poem "In successfully." the State Parks Service. He says, "life is a getting an M.F.A. and a Ph.d .. Eventually, the Footsteps of Demeter," like most of her search for balance," and writing is what he she would like to teach creative writing at a writing, was inspired by a voyage to "Beth Cerny was born and raised in does to find it. university. England. Marion, Ohio. She left the small commu­ nity for a small, bigger city - Columbus. Ellen Fuller: "I paint landscapes that show Robert Mayfield is a senior studying Heather Sturgess is a senior majoring in Her future plans are to leave a small, how we live our lives today. I compare mechanical engineering. He is interested English. She used to be in a poetry group bigger city for a big, bigger place." natural elements with those that are man­ in going into technical writing and design in Newark and worships e.e. cummings. made; and in doing so, I illustrate how engineering. He says his poem "My City Her untitled poem was written as an Jeff Chamberlin is a senior majoring in we've altered the environment to suit our Lover" is intended to be "somewhat repre­ anniversary gift for her boyfriend. journalism. He describes his writing as needs." sentative of today's culture." "intense," "adventurous," but "indecisive." Eric Thompson is a freshman planning on After getting a masters degree in English, Ellen Grevey: "Hot glass, so fluid and soft, Joseph Mismas is a sophomore majoring in double majoring in English and philosophy. he would like to try to publish some fiction is a perfect substance with which to express computer sciences and minoring in English. He describes his poetry and fiction as and become an important voice in my feelings about nature and sensuality. Quoting Charles Bukowski he says, "It's so "punk-bastard" and hopes to write profes­ midwestern literature. Working with hot glass is like touching easy to be a poet/ and so hard to be a man." sionally. light." Shonda Craig: "When the atmosphere in Aimee Nezhukumatathil is an art major "Theresa Tyler was born in Georgia and our home would become unbearably Adrian Hatfield: "I wish to say what I think and pre-med. She says that she idolizes raised in Maryland. She had an entirely chaotic, my mother would sit in her favorite and feel today, with the proviso that Elvis, but her friends think she is too normal childhood and suffers only from the chair that she placed in the furthest and tomorrow I shall contradict it all." -- Ralph serious. In her poetry, she tries "to write flaws of her family's DNA. She recently most peaceful end of the house; she called it Waldo Emerson about real relationships in surreal set­ graduated with a BFA in painting and her quiet place." tings." drawing." Jason Housh is a senior majoring in "Born in Columbus and reared in Appala­ philosophy. Like most of his writing, he Tad Pultorak is a junior studying molecular Rae Zimmerman is a freshman. Her chia, Benjy Davies paints onions to distract says "Someplace near ~he Zoo" is based on genetics. He says be doesn't plan out what untitled poem is part of a long series of himself from his existential crisis." an experience from his own life. he writes about in advance, and at first his related poems. poem "Keep Film Handy" was merely Mosaic Mosaic FRIENDS OF MOSAIC SUBMISSION INFORMATION --

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