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Dear Reader,

Thank you for supporting Mosaic in its 35th year of publication! The 2012 edition is the culmination of another year’s hard work and cooperation, bringing you Ohio State University’s

quarterly poetry readings, a t-shirt printing event, our annual Professor Protégé event, and of course,

possible without the help of the art, literature, and layout staffs, all of whom have been incredibly

Last, but not least, we would like to thank the readers of Mosaic and again congratulate the artists and

that you all enjoy this year’s edition of Mosaic, and encourage all who are interested to either submit

For more information, please visit mosaicosu.com, or e-mail us at mosaic@mosaicosu.com

Thank you,Editors-in-Chief2012 Mosaic Magazine

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Passing ThroughVanessa Burrowes

The Doctor Will See You Now Josh Brown

Simply FlowersErica Gilbert

Midstream (The Veins of the Woods) Matthew Korn

VertebraeJosh Brown

Divine NectarAmrita Mukhopadhya

ResidueJosh Brown

TeethEmilee Katze

New York, Through the FogKyra Pazan

November 24th Katelyn Oster

How I WineClaire Ravenscroft

Tell Me, Love Hanna Wortkoetter

GroundlessAshlee Goestch

Untitled Maria Hwang

25 October 2011 Michael Campbell

Art LiteratureUprootedAshley Fournier

That Thing We Still Laugh About at the Dinner Table Sometimes Michael Campbell

The Known WorldZachariah McVicker

Unlit KitchenKrista Drummond

ArtistAshley Fournier

At Age SevenKrista Drummond

(2002) Julia Clark

SwampedGenie Lee

Playing in the PuddlesVanessa Burrowes

EclipseRebekah Fabrizio

In the Garage Matthew Korn

The Fairytale DreamErica Gilbert

Information HQDana Thompson

PauseVanessa Burrowes

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New York, Through the FogKyra PazanLos carros trembling in anticipationcrawling in a talkative Technicolor sludge

on the island entre las montañaslooming like skyscrapers in the mist

that settles on the granadillas y mangos onthe vendor’s cart like a Brobdingnag Van Gogh

being appraised by the Latino eyesthat ignore the Pare signs

and keep looking forward, as if onlyde verdad.

Passing ThroughVanessa BurrowesPhotography

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The Doctor Will See You NowJosh Brown

Photography

November 24thKatelyn Oster

There’s one thing I will never forget,when a man tells you things like“I like good clothes, fast cars,whiskey,

run as far as your heels will take you,hell,

some city in the middle of nowhere

there is nothing more dangerous

My mother always told me that,when she’d brush out my taut blonde curls

she brushed my hair that way untilmy breasts grew humble and my legs

wintersand hot summers like a pair of scissor bladesdancing on the wind,like my growing dreams, as a poet, an old

taking shots of whiskey and dancingin the hot moonlightmy summer dress slipped off as we felloff the docktwo bodies fumbling through the foldsof icy water, your hands pressing mine into your stomach, screamingcrisply through the dark of night

Mama took me to church and washed your name out of my mouthwith song and scripture, tied me to the altar

now I’m always running, running from her, running to you,

slicing through hotel sheets, hot baths, andmy dreams, lord, my dreamssimply aged nightmares

one more whiskey, love,and I swear

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Simply FlowersErica GilbertAcrylic and oil on wine bottles

How I WineClaire RavenscroftLike clockwork, pitiful drips of purple

I imagine them into Kandinsky paintings,

Brandt intrigues me: the poor man’s name

Can you imagine the heaviness? Coursing,Cursing even through his marrows

Mustered in response? (I ramble, I rumble

Of my hand as it reaches for

Those petits mots et phrases

I have short, knowing conversations

Like staring into the eyes of Goya’s Saturn,

I like to think I counter it with something

I gnash my thoughts into meaty refuse, into soup,

L’amour into la mortDid He intend my devastation as he drewBlood from his hand and funneled it into mine,

He must not know, but I do, that the certainty of

This is addiction: to hopeThat I could muster creation,

(Quelle croix.)

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VertebraeJosh Brown

Photography

Midstream (The Veins of the Woods)Matthew KornPhotography

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Tell Me, LoveHanna Wortkoetter

Little pig, little pig, won’t you let us come in?So you huff deeply, puff desperately

and when you wake to the morning glimmeryou feel neither closer to God, nor more tethered

tell me Love, what is a head rush worth?

with blackened breath and profanity,your sanity or my sanity…How much of this gift will you destroy

to once again giggle like the little boyyou took for granted?

Divine NectarAmrita Mukhopadhya

Oil on canvas

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your morning walk, and a hint of panic creeps over you, not that anyone is depending on you to be

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GroundlessAshlee Goestch

did he brush his hands off triumphantly after releasing his rigid grasp and hearing the contents clatter

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lounge across the way, making eyes at you through her bedroom window, small droplets forming rivers

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ground long enough to break his opponent’s fervor, and the old man retracted and leaned his back into

The young doctor in the plaid slowly removed his coat from off the kitchen chair and turned for

The pills

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reeking black trash bag was removed from under the sink as the old man made eye contact with the

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UntitledMaria HwangBukowski, I am just as much of a man as you areI, too, have learned how to hurtto use my body as a weaponand launch my masculinity as a machinekra-kra-kra kowkra-kra-kra-kowkrakow

I, too, have drunk hard liquor, and smoked cigars, and

wished for cowboys to come to my doortake me with themand make me one of them

I, too, have gazed upon the sweet skin of a man, a boy

squeezeto feel the silkiness of his goosebumpsnot out of hatebut love

I, too, have brushed a hair off a woman’s cheekwhile sticky tears of degradation sweep down her faceI, too, have wished for better things

Do not judge me because it was my mother,

ResidueJosh BrownPhotography

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Teeth Emilee Katze

Michael Campbell

I guess that’s why I wasn’t too surprised

he yelled, “he never gave a shit about

though in my mind your eyes kept staring upat me from underneath my dusty boot:

Sincerely,X

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UprootedAshley FournierIn the woods behind our old house,my sister approached a tangle of rootsdangling in the air,

I watched from the kitchen windowas she pulled the roots,cupping them in her closed palm

They hung from inelegant vines,red amid emerald and puce,

I heard footsteps plod through muddy leaves

I called to my sister,

For a moment the window was a mirror:

She snapped a tomato from the gardenand ran to me, as a key scraped the lock

Taking my sister’s hand, I led usaway from the house, the fallen tree,and the tomatoes we had plantedbefore the move, that now bowed,

SwampedGenie Lee

Acrylic painting

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Playing in the PuddlesVanessa Burrowes

Photography

That Thing We Still Laugh About at the Dinner Table SometimesMichael CampbellMy mother never forgave my father

given to my brother and me

The spanks leapt from the thin spatula

my father was the one with wet eyes, hiding his face

my brother’s confounded eyes for a second

rolling and holding our guts

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EclipseRebekah Fabrizio

The Known WorldZachariah McVickerScene: Imagine the lights going out

Think of our unconceived child (I think of him as a him

I want to tell the child what I’ve told you: the moon is half full, either waning

is half-lit and I

and lover like a Turk before his generals,

The lights are still out:

won’t recognize us here?

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In the GarageMatthew KornPhotography

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Unlit KitchenKrista DrummondI am trying to inarch bloodroot and woodbine,

I am trying to be a caregiver to the junk that you bought from that thrift store in Indiana:red rock with a whale painted on it, yellow teacups,

Turnips with hirsute stems lay limp

They are two round bodies waiting quietly

drinking ice water and looking at our garden:

quarters with snapdragons and peonies, slumbering,not knowing how well they will advance together,

The Fairytale DreamErica GilbertOil painting

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Information HQDana ThompsonDigital painting

Inhaling smoke, I reveled in the masks

brought jostling, elegant characterstogether in a glistening opera house,

and pursing, thirsty lips, imagining

as if protecting treasure from a thief,

azalea, and cedar wood overcame

me up a staircase, spiraling, crystal,opaque, as shrinking dancers gleamed like ornaments

illuminated by little, piercing

close while wind rushed up my dress and down my

my head against the ground, and realityabstracted into chaos, frightening,

stretched out, a blackened easel bruised with dark,intricate strokes, art succumbing to life,

ArtistAshley Fournier

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PauseVanessa Burrowes

Photography

At Age Seven Krista DrummondSitting on our side porch, my mother’s body bends toward

Splintered, the hanging porch swing scratches at my legs, leaving

Swinging back and forth, I brush off

She hands me two clovers, thinks they are special, two strands

For two years I will pretend

vanilla candles, a framed portrait

I read the Bible because she toldme to, I want the pages to do more

(2002)Julia ClarkIn the woods a bearoffers me honeytimid, I accept

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last two years, so I could better train myself as

and poet and remain a student for the rest of

Rebekah Fabrizio

that all three open my eyes to the otherwise

Ashley Fournier

as webmaster for Sigma Tau Delta, writes for

grandmother, who inspires her everyday with

Josh BrownJosh is a senior marketing major at the Ohio

Vanessa Burrowes

am not quite sure where I will be in the

pursue a Masters of Science in Environmental

point to set aside a few moments to keep

Michael CampbellI’m a second year English major at the Ohio

to become a teacher, either at the university or

Krista DrummondI started my college career at Columbus

a passion for writing which led me to apply

-shops as my schedule would permit over the

Erica GilbertI am a senior studying early childhoodeducation and I currently work part-time at the

-ate about art, especially painting, and I started

Ashlee GoetschI am currently attending OSU as a PSEO

I navigate my way through the rocky waters of

Maria Hwang

Emilee Katze

arts major, Emilee still actively participates in

Matthew KornI don’t consider myself an artist, but I really love how the camera gives hacks like me an

photos of the banal, of the quotidian, but these little snapshots help me become cognizant of how I like to see the world, and hopefully they give people a bit of insight into what I’m like as

Genie LeeGenie is a third year business student at Fisher College of Business who has dabbled in art all

of Business magazine, Fisher Ink, Genie also

Amrita Mukhopadhyay

Painting has been a hobby of hers since -

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ral phenomena, forcing the viewer to question

Zachariah McVicker

Poetry is an opportunity to be honest with himself and honesty is what he looks for most

Katelyn Oster

Katelyn aims to take her degree in English to new heights by starting her own media

her own book of poetry, which she started

Artists and Authors

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Kyra PazanKyra Pazan is a sophomore English major at

from writing, Kyra spends her free time playing seeker and snitch on Ohio State’s

Claire Ravenscroft

Dana ThompsonI have a strong passion for art and most of my inspiration is based on illustrating the

medium of escape from stressful work schedules, decision-making, and drama of real

Hanna Wortkoetter

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