mosaic magazine 2012
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Mosaic Magazine is Ohio State University's undergraduate art and literature magazine. Mosaic has been part of the Ohio State community for over 30 years!TRANSCRIPT
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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 [email protected]
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
with the developing crook in her back and the sagging skin, she resembled more of an old hag than
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Tip-toeing through the living room, past the kitchen, and through the hallway, you approach the -
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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
accepted the situation: his life illness, his wife’s death of ten years, no such business trip… but there -
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 -
tempts to capture the ironic beauty of the world -
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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