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A Brief Word
from
the
Editor
U
n
s
poken Whi
s
per
s s
ink in the d
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pth
s o
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pe
o
pl
e's
mind
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fo
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chin
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f f
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c
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ter
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nd photo
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r
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r
s
th
a
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d
evo
ted
their
time
t
o e
xp
l
o
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g
th
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ir
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wn inn
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r v
o
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ces a
nd
s
h
o
ut
e
d th
e
m
o
ut
fo
r th
e
Mari
s
t c
o
mmunit
y
.
I
a
ppl
a
ud y
o
u for
yo
ur
e
ffort
s a
nd h
o
p
e eve
r
yo
n
e e
nj
oys
h
ow
th
e
wo
rk h
as
b
ee
n
v
o
i
ce
d in th
e L
i
t
era
r
y
Art
s Soc
i
e
t
y's
Fall 2000
M
osa
i
c
.
Editor-In-Chief:
Scott
Neville
List
of Editors:
J
im
R.m
·
ello
P
au
i
c
i
a Tara
nt
ella
James
Pisano
Back Cover Art
Alexis
Ka
l
eida
Untitled
Kell
y
Mea
g
h
e
r
Advisor:
Greg f\Iac
h
acek
Je
nn
ifer
H
offman
Front Cover
Art
Scot
t
Nev
ill
e
Table of Contents I
1
Brilliant
S
c
o
tt Rand
a
ll
T
homp
so
n
2
F
ri
e
nd
s vs
Fri
e
nd
s
Al
ex
i
s
K
a
l
e
id
a
3
I
wa
n
t t
o b
e
l
os
t in th
e woo
d
s ...
Jim M
c
Grath
Ro
ses
J
e
nnife
r
Hoffm
a
n
4-5
I B
e
li
eve
Chri
s
Knudts
e
n
6
U
n
ti
tl
e
d
J
a
m
es
Pi
sa
n
o
7
L
as
t
Nig
ht'
s Z
infand
e
l
Ki
rs
t
e
n D
oo
l
ey
8-10
U
ntitl
e
d
Org
11
J
en
Jam
es
Pi
sa
n
o
12
N
i
g
ht
L
a
nd
a
n Gro
ss
13
Ce
l
e
br
a
tin
g
P
a
r
a
di
gm
K
e
vin H
e
rb
e
rt
1
4
-1
5
M
ani
f
es
t
o
of th
e
P
as
t
ry
Par
ty
D
ave
Ca
sa
r
e
lla
1
6
U
ntitl
e
d
Kir
s
tin Do
o
l
ey
17
H
ig
h on W
e
dn
es
d
ay
Chri
s
Knut
s
d
e
n
1
8
U
ntitl
e
d
Ki
rs
tin Do
o
l
ey
19
R
e
fl
ec
ti
o
n
s
Jim Ro
ve
llo
20
S
i
sters
E
. D
e
Tr
ag
li
a
2
1
H
e
ll
Ve
r
sus
H
e
a
ve
n
Mi
c
h
e
ll
e
Sl
es
in
s
ki
22
Monosy
ll
a
bi
c
Kill
e
r
Scott Nev
ill
e
23
Lun
a
r
P
a
tri
c
ia T
a
r
a
nt
e
ll
o
U
n
ti
tl
e
d
E.
D
eT
ra
g
li
a
24
H
elp M
e ..
.
C
avs
25
R
e
fl
ections o
n
a
n
Autumn Ma
pl
e
Sco
tt R
a
nd
a
ll Th
o
mp
so
n
26
Br
o
nn
e
r'
s
F
ie
ld
J
oe
C
a
nn
ere
lli
Nec
klin
e
Sco
tt
Nevi
ll
e
27
Fa
ll
e
n
Ange
l
K
y
le Mo
s
tr
a
n
sky
Table of Contents
II
28
Untitled
Kelly Meagh
e
r
29
A Vision for
Carlos
Landan Gro
ss
30
I
am
not
yours
Maria Schiano
31
Thou
g
ht
Scott
Randall Thompson
Between you and me
Jim Rovello
U
ntitled
Jame
s
Pi
sa
no
32
My
n
eed
for
yo
u ...
Laura Roy
H
a
nds
Scott Neville
33
Rules for
Living
Michelle Slesin
s
ki
34
Ho
sts
of Shades Devour ...
William H. Dough
Lazy Wa
l
tzers
Patricia Tarantello
35
Dehydrated Sunbaker
Scott Neville
36
Tony
Kelly Meagher
37
Mr
s.
Beatlilmore
Jim Rovell
o
D
a
rk& Cool...
Nicole Reiz
i
an
38
Love Lost
Anonym
o
us
Love Found
Anonymous
39
Washington's
Corpse
Kevin
Herbert
Angel's Tears
John
Youker
40
You
Anonymous
Mirror
J
ennifer
Hoffman
41
Political
Asy
lum
Jim McGrath
Alphabet
Soup
M
i
che
ll
e
Slesin
s
ki
Squirrel
Rebecca
U
rciuolo
42
Two Hits
Chris Knudsten
Internal Conflict
Joe
Cannerelli
T
he Mosa
i
c
Bnlhant
I'm bnlhant
-
I
onc
e
pa
sse
d by the Sun
and the Sun expen
e
n
ce
d a M
e e
chp
se
-
I'm
bnlhant •
So
bnght
that all
hght 1
s
ab
s
orb
e
d by my bnlh
a
nc
e
Into th
e
bla
c
k
hole
of
Me
Which m
turn, combin
es
with
e
very
black hol
e
of
M
e
So that all
hght,
ev
e
r,
1
s
a part of
Me
And
t
h
e
n you would shll
h
av
e only a ghmpse of
My
bnlhanc
e
-
And 1f
hght
w
e
r
e
to
"
esca
p
e
"
My bnlh
a
nce
1t would tr
a
v
e
l
1nfmitely
at the
s
p
ee
d of it
s
elf
but th
e s
pe
e
d of M
e
1
s
fa
s
t
e
r
b
eca
u
s
e I
a
n th
e
H
e
r
e
a
nd th
e
D
es
hn
a
hon
so t
h
at
th
e
hgh
t wo
uld r
ea
lly b
e
M
e
an
d
Jus
t
not
k
now
1t
ye
t
-
There
are
no
glasses
to shield Your
eyes from
the bnlhance
of
M
e
because
My bnlhance 1s
so
bnlhant that 1t would end
the
nonbn
l
hance
of You.
You bemg all,
You being Me
in
unbnlhant form -
Scott
R
andall
Thompson
l
2
Fall
2000
![riencfs '1/s ![riencfs
JI..
misunderstanding
6ecomes an endless 6attfe.,
fif:!,
a storm
where tfiunder and [igfiten rage
and
nature
liides.
Voices
[oud witli anger
fl[[
up
the space
6etween
two
peopfe.
fe.aving a roar
in eacli ear,
a distance
separated 6y a wa[[
that doesn't crum6fe.
,
and no one
wants to
toucli
for fear the weigfit
coufd
6reak._ upon
them.
'.feefings 6rushed off
fif:!,
dirt
on a
sfe.eve
,
as though they don't
ei>(jst.
'.feelings are 6urned
as
if
tied to a
staf:!.
in a witcli's fire .
.91..fe.r._is 'l(afe.ida
The
Mosaic
i
want
to be lost in the woods
following breadcrumbs with my
swedish sister
escaping
the
wrath of a
warty witch
i
want
to be huffing and puffing
blowing the houses of hogs away
bricks will stop
my
super-breath
i want to be climbing the beanstal
rescuing the heavenly harp
running
on
clouds from a
greedy
giant
i want
to be
all
those things
but instead i'm just Jack
working
for
water
i
can't
live
wiali,Put
always running out
J
,..
tumbling towards the bottom
f
only
to
work
my way to
the well~ce
aga
,.
Jim McGrath
3
4
F
a
ll
2000
I Beheve
There are moral tales of truth we're told
accompanied by
phantasmal images meant to dece1Ve.
After 20 odd years of reflechon
these are the things that I beheve.
I beheve there 1s such a thing
as
true love
not Just a tolerance for another's presences
that doesn •t compromise your
existence.
I beheve there's no such thing as racism
Just
a color-coded
dlfferenhahon
1n the exponenhal
expression
of hatred.
I beheve there are
shll some
good people
Just few
and
far between.
I beheve we're more than simply Just bodies
and
1n a universal knowledge that carnes
our hves on
after
death.
I beheve we're too concerned
with matenal possessions
and
obsessions of pretensions
that we're more important than we really are.
I beheve that there must be
some
higher power
that's wa1hng
for
us to pull our shit together.
I beheve "standards of hv1ng" can be measured
1n far more
accurate
terms than GNP, per
capita,
and
the average number of telev1s1ons per people
1n
a
community.
The Mosaic
I beheve
that
wall
e
ts and credit cards
are
the
atom
bombs of the 21
s
t
century
.
That
all
the technology and high-speed
modems
aren't
going to help
us
without dnechon.
I beheve that biceps
and
tnceps
can
move heavy crates
but minds
and
words
can
move mountains
and more importantly, people.
I beheve 1n God. Just not the
scnpture.
I beheve that OJ was guilty
and so
was Olhe North.
T
beheve that we should focus less
on
how the pnmary races are going and more
on what the candidates are
saying.
Vote l1bertanan.
I beheve I'm going to die young.
I'm not
scared
at all.
That people don't enJoy hfe's expenences
as
much as they could
and should.
Take pnde 1n your accomphshments,
Just don't hold them over someone
else.
I beheve the night she held me was the best night
1n a long hme.
It was the worst night since.
T
beheve
T
beheve
these things that
T
beheve.
Chns Knudtsen
5
6
Fa
ll
2000
Untitled
Jame
s
Pi
s
ano
T
he Mosaic
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as
t
'l{jght1
s
Z
i
nfantf
e
{
Lovers fa[[ unaer tfie moon's spell
'Druggea 6y tfie nigfit's fragrance
Soon to 6e awa(enea 6y tfie 6reaifast 6e{l
Quiet[y fie sneak§ out of tfie fiote{
room. It was al{ an acciaent
.
Lovers fe[[ unaer tfie moon's spell
Lying on tfie pillow fiis vi[lane[[e.
::How convenient
to 6e awal(.enea 6y tfie 6reafjast 6ell
'Tfie pen stiff {ying in tfie inf:...we{{
tfie in(si[{ wets tfie parcfiment
lovers wfio f al{ unaer tfie moon's spell
'J{pw it awaf:...ens Jeze6e{
to see fiim a6sent,
lier lover awaf:...enea 6ejore tfie 6reafjast 6ell
Sfie sip peel last nigfit's Zinfanae{
reaaing tfie fetter's content
lovers fa[[ unaer tfie moon's spe[{
one to 6e awa(enea 6y tfie 6reafjast 6ell
'l(jrsten 'Dooley
7
8
Fa
ll
2000
The doctors ha<l all left, the
only
movement in the hospital
room
was the orderly
shutting
down the machines. Kathy ha<l died two days, but it took this long family
to g
i
ve
the
go
ahead to pull
the
plug and
Ice
her body rest. I
stood o,·er
her
still-warm
body
stroking
her b
l
o
nde
hair. When
t
h
e orderly started
to
pull the
sheet over
her
beautiful
features
I
motioned for
him
to
stop
.
He
gave
me a
so
l
emn
n
od
an<l exited the room,
l
eaYing
me alone with Kathy and
m
y
memories.
I
had
m
et
Kathy at the beginning
of t
he week,
and we
hie
it
off
immediately.
I
am a
consultant for a large technology firm out
o
f
I
louston and Kathy was the receptionist at
our
client's home office
.
I
still remember
how
s
he
looked
s
ittin
g
there, a
picture
of
beauty
and happiness. She had this air
of
j
oy
around
h
er. Somehow,
even
i
n death, there is a
feeling that
s
h
e
might
s
it up
a
nd
laugh
one more time. The
gentle
men
I
was
to
meet with
were running late and
I
had
enough time to speak with Kathy at
l
ength
about nothing.
I
was
able
to break
t
he
i
ce
due
to the fact that o
n
e of my
ba
gs
was destroyed
on
the airp
l
ane
and
I
was
out of
personal hygiene products and medication.
\'(
'
e decided to finish
our
conve
r
sation ove
r
coffee whe
n
I
had finished my presentation
.
As we
l
eft
the
coffee
shop
that afternoon,
I
asked her
i
f
s
he
would
lik
e
to have
dinner
t
h
at
night. She pointed
out
with her trademark
sweet smile
that
I
needed
to go
s
h
opping and
quickly added that
she
bad a ptior
engagement
at the gym. I
suggested
Tuesda~
'
and
she
a
greed
.
One quick hug and
she
was hailing a
tax
i.
I
the
n
took t
h
e next four
h
ours
finding a
ph
armacist,
buying the
esse
ntial
s, getting
my prescription filled,
getti
ng
lost, finding a taxi, having the driver deposit me
at the
wrong
hotel twice, fielding messages from my employers when
I
got back, and
starting
my reports
1
had
due
to the client and my boss.
Our dace
o
n
Tuesday cou
l
dn't have been
bett
er.
The restaurant chat the
hotel
suggested was
fabu
l
ous
:
good foo
d,
better wine, and perfect company
.
\Ve talked
The n
i
ght
away
unaware
of
the time until, by pure chance,
she
n
oticed
the
staff
was putting the chairs
up
.
With her beautiful laugh
s
he
s
u
ggeste
d
we retire to
one of
the local bars
.
S
h
e under
-
stoo
d
that
I had a lot of paperwork to
gtind
throu
g
h
after that morning meeting with her
employe
r
s.
She looked a little
c
li
sappo
i
nted,
so
I pu
ll
ed
o
ne
of
m
y
be
st
bachelor
cricks out
and
offered
to cook her dinner W
'
ednesday.
The
M
osaic
9
I was having
troub
l
e concentrating on
my presentation
\\
'
e
dn
esday,
preoccupied
with Kathy and
m
y
h
opes for
the night
we
were
going
to
ha,
·c.
The rest
of
my
J
ay
fled in a
b
l
ur until five
o'
cl
ock.
Kathy
offered
to
accompany
me
to t
h
e sto
r
e
but
I
ro
ld h
e
r
that would
ruin the mood, and
she s
h
ould e
xpect
me
at h
er
apartment at
s
ix
.
r\t six-fifteen
her
d
oor opened
to me holding two
l
arge
brown
pap
e
r
bags
.
1
!
e
r
apartment was
ve
r
y
n
i
cely
li
t,
with
soft
music
pla
y
in
g,
candles
.
.. the perfect romantic
atmo
-
sphere
. I
offered
her
a g
l
ass of
the horribly
e
xpensive
bottle
of
champagne
I
purchased
earlier
. \'<!h
en she s
tart
ed
towards
the
kitchen I
ge
ntl
y gui
ded h
er to
her
co
uch
and
told
h
er
that
I
wou
ld
take
care
of everyth
in
g,
and just needed
t
o
know where the champagne
g
l
asses
were
.
r\ sho
rt
rummage
thoug
h
her cabinets
offe
r
ed
up two pieces
o
f
crystal.
\v
e
dran
k
guietly,
with knowing
g
l
ances exchanged
between us.
\
V
h
en
we
had
finished,
I
took
her
g
la
ss
along
with
mine back to
th
e
kitchen
and star
t
ed on
the
only
meal I
kn
ew
how
to
make with
any
abi
li
ty.
Two short
hours
l
ate
r
,
din
i
ng
on s
irl
oi
n
and a
few vegetable si
de
s over
pleasant
conversation
,
I noticed that
she
was losing her
trademark g1i
n
.
Thirty minutes later,
she
looked
quite
unwell.
I
asked
her
if
s
h
e was
feeling
ok
and with
some
pr
odding she
admitted
that she was
feeling light
-
headed and apo
l
ogized
. I
said
i
t was
all ri
ght
and asked if
th
ere
was
apything
I
cou
ld
do.
S
h
e said
no and
exc
u
sed
herself
to
her
bathroom
.
I
sat
alone for
five
minutes when a loud
crash coup
l
ed
by a
very
ho
ll
ow
thud came
from the
bathroom.
I
called
out
t
o see
i
f
s
he
was
o
k.
No
r
esponse
.
I called again
.
Sile
nc
e
.
I
wa
lk
ed over to
th
e
d
oor, calling out
Kathy's name, and pushed
t
h
e
door
ope
n.
I
can't forget
the
sight that greeted
me.
Kathy
lay
sprawled out on the
tile
in
a
poo
l
of
broken
g
la
ss
and
bl
ood
.
The door
of
the med
i
cine cabinet was shattered
and
the
pi
eces of mirro
r
sha
tt
ere
d
on
the floor reflected
her
pale
face and the gash on
her
forehead
.
The sink
had a
s
i
zeab
l
e
red bloodstain
on
its
edge.
The
ambu
la
nce
took less than
five
minutes to reach her
aparuncnt
.
I was
able
to
ma
k
e
it
to the
h
ospital forty
-
five minutes after
t
h
at.
\
Vhen
I
was
allowed to
see
her, her
h
ead
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all 2000
was bandaged and the bleeding
l
ooked
to be under contro
l
, but there was a
se
n
se
of frantic
hopelessness
infectin
g
the doctors and nurses working on her. They were
examining
charts
and had what I guessed was more machinery in her room
than
they needed.
Five hours later, a doctor and a police officer approached my chair in the waiting
room. The doctor had a
sad
expression
on
her
face, and the police officer just looked
grim.
She
told me that they had trouble
s
topping
the bleeding from Kathy's forehead, and later
tests
showe
d
that this was due to her having large doses of blood thinners in her b
l
ood
stream
.
Unfortunately,
they
hadn
'
t
discovered this
i
n time and after they had at first
stemmed
the bleeding, Kathy's condition continued to deteriorate and
they
didn't know why. An X-ray
later, they discovered a bleeding ulcer in her
s
tomach
that had caused too much
in
ternal
b
l
eeding
and caused Kathy to
slip
into a coma
.
T
h
e officer
asked me if Kathy
seemed
depressed. I responded no, and he
to
l
d me
that they discovered
in
her apartment an empty prescription bottle
in
the
remains
of
her
medicine cabinet
.
The doctor who unplugged Kathy
to
l
d me that the
comb
inati
on of
the blunt
impact trauma
and blood
l
oss
from the head wound
she
had
suffered caused
too much brain
damage and
she
would never wake up from
h
er coma.
I looked down at Kathy and
gave
a
soft smile;
I
n
ever even
knew her last name.
"Excuse
me,
sir?"
Looking
up from Kathy, I
saw
a lovely blonde nurse
standing
at
the
door to the
darkened room.
"Yes?"
"The
orderlies
need to clear this room. \'(/ou
l
d
you
like
to
come with me and
get
a
cup
of
coffee?"
I looked down
at
my watch. My flight left in four hours - enough time.
"Ok, su
r
e."
I replied.
As
I
walked behind her, I
saw that she
was wearing thigh-high
nylons.
Good. Strangu
lati
on
i
s so
much more fun
than
poison.
The
M
osaic
Jen
James
Pisano
11
12
Fall
2000
?{jglit
'Ifie 6[acfcof tlie
magno[ias and map[es against tlie
cfuircoa[
sfq; mafces me
sing
'Wlio dwe[fs
on
tlie lieaven[y s[atei'
It must 6e tfie
su6terraneans
I
foofc
up the
fficl<Jng
fficfcering f[eeting stars
-
wlio can
toudi sucli a
transient
force
'Ifie!J
fio[tf
tliem tfiere with
sucli
precision fastenetf to un6reafca6[e un(nowa6[e unseea6[e
Ca6[es
.
'Ifie
northwest moon's marve[ous mofreng[ow I
squint
and its
Jlefios
ra!JS reffection
slioot
toward me
effordess.
I
tfo tfie same witli tlie
stars
Jlnd
tlie masters see me
,
the!J [augli, tfie!J are [aughing at me remem6ering smoK;jng at
nigfit and their pe!Jote ta[es
'Ifie
[avender
granite
of tlie night mafces me sing
Cacf;fe! Jloot!
'Wai[! 'WJIILI'}(_{j waif! JI magnificent mariachi m~[ee
In
tfie tfistance.
'Ifie cfim6ing
pitch cricfcets
string
tfieir
Christmas
6op
S!Jmphori!J
and I am
the
audienc
e
tfi.e
6aritone drone to tlie [oop [oop of tlie conductors wantf
'But
!Jes
- even
tlie!J must dear tlieir throats and cracfc their f:Jiucf;fes
'To
m!J rig/it is m!J fr
i
end m!J
frientf
m!J f rientf, m!J 6est frientf With her grantf green
'Twinf;fe
.
Jlnd
witli a foofc I fcnow, nothing more 6e e)(pfainetf
.
'True
fove and untferstanaing true [ove ana fcnow[etfge true [ove and an entf[ess fire
'Ifiere is
no macliiner!J of this night no artificia[ neon atomic tfisgrace
Just the
tfeafening [u[[ of sifence here antf again
'Draw
a perfect cirde
I just Ii.ave ..
.
Lantfan (jross
T
h
e
M
osa
i
c
Celebratmg Parad1gm
The m1uoscop1c
sacnhce
has given u
s
a
taste
Of
suffenng
for
somethmg
more than Just the human race
If
every
father only knew the path a child would take
And how
each
lesson
complicates
the fragile hand of fate
Could you
convince
them
through
1t
all
that one 1s truly
saved
Eternity 1s
something
more than ashes 1n the grave
All our
s1ns are
washed
away,
but who could pay the pnce
When deep ms1de of
all
of us the devil's thmk1ng twice
On the cross he was
a
prayer for those who had bereaved
Jn the
end
he
saved
himself
and all
who have believed
His
ego
slowly d1ss1pates
and
permeates throughout
His body lives
eternally
1n
each
of the devout
The macroscopic
sacnhce
will
seem
like
such a
waste
Abruptly
ending everything
destroying hme and
space
If
every
mother had a clue
could
heaven truly wait
Could any martyr 1ushfy the
choice
we'd have to make
And how we Judged our neighbors for the way we
all
behaved
Despite the gift of providence our
souls
are yet
enslaved
for
choose
we must -
we
can
no longer leave 1t to the dice
A life of lukewarm maybes now will
simply
not
sufhce
Even
so
we celebrate for what we have conce1Ved
Prognoshcahng miracles and more
OT
less deceived
Our moral degradation states that hfe 1s
all
about
The mansions that we build ourselves from what we've hgured out
But
cosmic
dust 1s all we are and soon w1II
all
become
Unless we break from Satan's gnp before the day 1s done
Kevin Herbert
13
14
F
a
ll
2
000
Manifesto of the Pastry Party
A
specter
is haunting Ame
ri
ca,
the
s
pecter
of
pre-packaged
baked
goo
ds
.
All the
powers
of the
industry
h
ave
risen into an unholy alliance
to
protect this
specter
:
Dr
.
Ho
s
tess, Sir Nabisco,
Little
Debbie
,
the
Grear
General Mills, and the
french-radical
Frierboffer.
\'v'here is t
h
e
party
of oppositio
n
that
is n
o
t resortin
g
to poor quality
convenience
baked
goods?
\
'v'here i
s
the
opposition
that has ta
k
en
no interest in
the tempting
and
tasty
treats
produced by Big Busine
ss
Bak
e
r
s
i
n
an effort against
th
e ve
r
y s
ame c
o
mpanie
s?
Here are two facts to
consider wh
il
e
ponder
i
ng
t
h
ese
question
s
:
1)
Bi
g-
Business baked
goods
ar
e
alread
y
acknowled
ged
b
y
All-
r
\merican
and
E
uro-
pean Powers to be it
s
elf
a
Power
.
2)
It i
s
hig
h
time t
h
at Big
-
Bus
i
ness Bakers
should open
l
y,
in
the
face
of
the who
l
e
bakin
g
i
ndu
stry,
p
u
t dow
n
t
h
eir
s
patula
s,
r
e
linquish their
r
ecipes,
an
d
s
hut
down the
factor
i
es responsib
l
e
fo
r
s
uch poo
r
qua
li
ty
baked
goods
.
To this end, expert
baker
s
of various
nationalitie
s
ha
ve
a
sse
mbled
in
New
York
C
it
y,
a
n
d cooked up the following manife
sto,
to be published
for cooks
in
the Englis
h
,
F
r
e
nc
h
,
German,
I
talian,
Flemish
and
Danish
(
mmm
...
)
languages.
Big-Business Bakers
and
Pastry Chefs
The history
of
all
hitherto
existing pastry sotiety
is the
histo,y
of
all th
e
pastry
c
hefs' struggles
.
Throug
h
out
hi
s
tor
y
there
ha
s
existed a
n
inju
stice
:
f-reeman and
slave,
patrician
and
p
l
ebia
n
,
l
o
rd
and
se
rf;
gu
il
d
-master
and
journ
ey
ma
n
.
In
a word,
op
pre
ssor
and
opp
re
ssed,
stood
in
co
n
s
tant
op
po
s
i
tion
to
o
ne
another, carried on
an
un
i
n
terrup
ted, now hidden,
n
o
w
ope
n
fight,
a fi
g
ht
that
ea
ch time
ended either
in
a
rev
olutiona
r
y
r
econstitution
of
pastry soc
i
ety
at
l
a
r
ge (dete
rmin
e
d
l
argely
b
y food
fights),
o
r
in the
commo
n
ruin
of
the
co
ntendin
g
pa
s
tr
y
classes
.
In
tl1e
earlier
e
poch
s
of
histor
y,
we
find
a
l
most everywhere a compl
i
cated
arrange-
m
ent of ex
p
e
rt
ba
k
ers
int
o vario
u
s or
d
ers, a
manifold
g
rad
at
i
o
n
of soc
ial
baker's
rank.
In
A
n
cien
t R
o
m
e
we
had
cake
bak
ers, frosting
makers, and practic
i
n
g
pastry
patrician
s
. In
the
Th
e
M
osa
i
c
15
i\lidd
l
e
•
\
ges, feuda
l
chefs, dessert designers,
and bakers' serfs;
i
n
a
l
most
all
of
these classes,
aga
i
n,
subordinate gradations.
The
disco\·cry
of sugar
long
ago opened
up
a
new
ca
r
eer
i
n cookjng
(
namely
.
.
.
pascry
chefs
)
.
Soon,
with
rhe
market
eYer growing and
demand rising, handmade pastry
makers
cou
l
d no longer meet demands,
and
imfo·
i
dua
l
chefs
no longer
sufficed
.
Then, sream
and
mach
i
nery
re\·olution
i
zed pastry
production. The place
of
past
r
y manufactur
i
ng was
taken
by
the giant
modern
co
n
Yeniencc
13aked
Goods Companies
.
taking the
place
of
talented pastry c
h
efs.
Our epoch,
the
epoch of pastry chefs
,Yorldwide
.
possesses th
i
s
distincti\
·
e feature
:
\\
'
e create a
higher quality
of
baked
goods
.
Society
as a who
l
e is
more and more
splitting
into
two hostile
groups
:
T
hose who p
r
efer
qua
l
ity handmade pastr
i
es, and chose customers
drawn in by
creamy
fillings and
sugar coared
products.
T
h
e
modern Big-Business pastry
society
thar has
sprouted
from the ne,\·
fast-paced
.
\merican
culture has
done
away
with the
expe
ri
e
n
ced pas
tr:·
chef. It has.
i
n
fact. on
l
y
succeeded
in
establishing a surp
l
us bargain basement
baked goods
that flood
the market.
new "efficient"
ways
of
packaging, and low,
l
ow
prices in p
l
ace of trad
i
tional!:
·
higher
costing
pastr
i
es
(
namely .
.
.
ours
)
.
\\
"
e sec.
therefore, how rhe modern pastry chef\
social
position
on the bak
i
ng
food
chain has been lowered
due to new
modes of production and sales.
The Pastry
Chef's
disdain
to conceal
their \·iews
and
a
i
ms.
They open
l
y declare
that
their ends can
be attained
only
by the
forcible o,
·
crrhro,,
·
of all exi,c
i
ng bakery
giant compa-
nies. Let
13ig
-
l3usincss Baked
Goods Companies
tremble
at
the pastn·
chefs'
re\
·
o
l
urion
.
The
PasLry
Chefs
hm-c nothing
to
l
ose
but the
i
r
aprons.
P
a
st
ry
Chefs of the World, Unit
e
!
Dave Casar
el
l
a
16
Fall
2000
Untitled
I<irsten Doole
y
T
h
e
Mosaic
High on Wednesd
a
y
Pretensions of being productive
blown
to
smoke
in a thick pungent puff
of procrastination
and
self
-
indulg
e
nt priorities
.
Probabl
y
not a
good
idea
to
tackle this much
this
early
into the
game.
But it's the
third
quarter of
a
four
-
year
event
,
the
vendors
are low
on fast food
and running out of
change
-
to a
new level of political analysis,
the system evaluation of why
nothing
gets
done properly
as a result of the
aforementioned
pre
-
determined priorities that
are
naturally disposed
of
111
a
technologically
developing
society
that's
reverting to degrading
members of an inherently integrating
culture
of
McWorld.
One
dollar
menus that are
more affordable
to Bill
Gates and
the billionaire club
of Silicon Valley
while
Al
Gore
and George
W.
bicker about
who
wo
n
and
what
happened and
why
N
ader
got shifted
Lazio
got
the
shaft
and
Bill
Clinton got a blow
j
ob
in the
Oval Office
all
in the
35 second flashes
brought
t
o you by G.E. and Ronald Reagan
that
kept you
fixated
to visual stimuli
and subliminal
progra
m
s
that forced
yo
u to buy more
bu
y
low
sell
high
make
the deal
and stay
online.
RA
TS (paid for by
the
friends of
W.)
Chris Knutsden
1
7
18
Fa
ll
2000
Untitled
I<:irs tin
D
oo
l
ey
The Mosaic
19
R
e
fl
ec
ti
o
n
s
T
sat
uncomfortably
inside the car. The air was chilled and
my hands
were
numb
with
l
ack of use.
I hungrily
s
l
apped
them
together
without
effect and
made
small
circular motions with my
wrists
in
some sub
tl
e arrempt
to
gather
heat. I did not
l
ook
directly at
l\
[
elissa.
I wanted to just
sink
deeper
into
tl1e warm seat
I had
proclaimed as
my
own and
just
sit-back
and
enjoy
the ride.
Of course it was
not
particularly
enjoyable,
nor
was
it the
occas
i
on one expected fo
r
enjoyment.
"Think
there will
be a
l
ot of
people there?"
Melissa
huskily inquired.
Her eyes were focused on
the ice
-
encrusted window. The
constant rhythm
of
the car
bouncing on
interstate
84 made a s
l
ow,
natural theme to my
s
lumb
ered form. I
pretended
at
first not
to
hear her voice,
as
if
she had simply
spoken some
rhetorical jargon
aloud.
"Do you?" she
inquired, this
time stealing a g
l
ance
in my direction.
Her
h
azel eyes
were
filled
witl1
clever nonchalance
and
I
swore
that
a smile graced
her lips at
the edges
.
Quietly,
I readjusted myself in the
car seat and
proceeded to
s
t
are off
into the passenger
side
window:
Vague
l
y,
my
reflection came through
the
obscured surface and
I thought perhaps
fo
r
a
moment that I
cou
l
d have
been anyone
in
that seat
.
Anyone
.
"I think
there will be quite a few:
She
was well
l
oved,"
I
resigned.
"Good, I would
hate there to be no
one, o
r
little if anyone." ;\[elissa
ordained
with firmness
in
her jaw
tha
t
spo
k
e of years of solidity. She
was
sing
l
e
minded
in
her
pursuits and
that
attracted
me to
her,
even
if it was
only a
temporary ticket
to
passion.
"\Vhy should
i
t matter?"
I asked,
my
eyes still
vaguely
focused on
the
reflection
in the passenger
wi.ndow. Beyond it a
world
stretc
h
ed
out in quick heartbeats that
only
the highway could
produc
e
with
its impatient rhythm.
''Because
it would look bad if no
one s
h
owed." i\felissa
answered
with
that
voice of finality. The
end all statement of
the world that
she expected
would always be
h
ers even
in death.
I
could
see
her
penning the final lines to her will,
or
perhaps a
suic
id
e
note that
ec
h
oed on into etern
i
ty
for
all those
who
remained behind.
Very
pompous
of
her.
"Shouldn't judge
a book
by
its
cover" I
cleverly
grinned and
resumed my
detailed
inspection
of
the
b
lurr
ed face
in my reflect
i
o
n
.
"We
ll.
" i\felissa answered after
a brief pause.
"O
nl
y
the jea
l
ous
books
say
that." I
could
feel her
casting
me a
grin
.
She
not doubt had that
playful
look on her
face
and
a
m
oment
l
ater
I
felt her
warm
hand
pressed
against
my th
i
g
h.
She
playfully
squeezed
it
and gave it a sharp slap.
"Either
way,"
she
declared
in
that same
nonchalance,
"Either
wa
y
it'll be boring."
"\Vhat
more
can you expect
from
a
funeral?" I asked in that
same comatose
voice
.
l\fy eyes
shifting away
from the b
l
urred
reflection
to the
spinning
world
outside.
\'(that more
can you expect?
Jim
Revello
20
/
)
/
I
I
{
Fall
2000
S
i
sters
E.
D
eT
r
ag
lia
\
Th
e
Mo
s
aic
.i>efT t>ersus .i>ea"en
l:fje piece of paper
tfjat
srices tfjrougfj l)our pure
ffesfj
Jln8 forces crimson
to
pour from l)our veins.
tfje
pain
tfjat
6egins
at
tfje 6ase of l)OUr skuff,
i:nvefops l)OUr 6rain,
Jln8 poun8s tfjrougfj l)OUr sinuses fike
a 6ase 8rum.
tfje nigfjtmares
tfjat
torture l)OU
U>fjen l)OU
are
aff afone
in
tfje 8ark.
l:fje fear an8 torment
tfjat
constantf
l'
contain
l)OUr tfjougfjts
U)orrl), stress,
an8 regret.
l:fje girf
tfjat
l)Our motfjer warne8 l)OU
a6out.
roe
ff.
l:fje 8own comforter
tfjat
keeps l)OU warm
.IDuring tfje cofS win
t
er nigfjts.
l:fje
gentfe fjan8
tfjat
sfowfl' wipes tfje
tears
®ff
l)OUr
cfjeeks.
tfje
r
augfjter
tfjat
rings
filie cr1>staf stemware
t:appe8 61> sff
verware.
l:fje innocent
new6orn
8eer
tfjat
struggf es
to stan8 on it's own
l)et
is 8etermine8 to 6e in8epen8ent.
tfje angef
tfjat
8escen8s ,
)l
miracfe from a6ove.
i?>eaven.
micfjeffe
§fesinslii
21
22
Fall
2000
Monosy
ll
abic Killer
The
man
on the roof
thought the
scene on
the
stree
t
cou
l
d
use some
more
sp
ic
e.
That
is why he
took out
his gun.
He
was
o
n
top of a
h
i
gh
p
e
rch
on
Oak
Street
i
n
Dah
l
,
Maine
.
Not
a loud
town
,
but
it
soon
will
be,
he thought.
The
man
too
k
out
hi
s scope,
th
e su
n
shone
i
ts
dul
l
gray
paint.
Br
a
nd new, h
e
th
oug
ht
,
thi
s
will be fun. I
ca
n
'
t
w
ait
for
the
cops a
nd
the
lights
-
they
will
get
the
i
rs, too.
The su
n
was
just at noon
-
High Noon
-
he
sa
id
in
h
i
s
h
ead
as he dreamt
of
Wild
Bi
ll
,
the dust
of
Dodge,
and
the
shoot
-
out a
t th
e old
bars.
There
w
ou
ld
be a few from the
street t
h
at would e
nd
up
in
a
pin
e
b
ox
b
y
the
en
d
of
the day.
H
e smiled as
h
e
pulled
out
his
gun.
W
h
ere
would the man
aim
first? He
co
uld
not choose-
th
e
r
e
were
a g
r
eat
d
ea
l
to
pick from.
T
h
ere
was
A
nn
Mintz,
the gir
l
on t
h
e street wi
d
1
h
er son,Jack -
fresh
fr
o
m
school.
Or,
t
h
e
r
e was
Merl
Ja
nk
s,
on
the
bench at the bus
stop
with a pint
of
warm beer
in
a
b
r
own
bag.
Snap, t
h
e scope
rang out loud
in
h
i
s ea
r
as
h
e saw
d1
eir end
dra
w
near.
S
h
oot!
I
am
o
ut
of
li
ve
fire!
I
sho
t
it all at
th
e
ran
ge.
Wa
i
t,
two duds -
Sh
it!
I
will
try
t
h
em ou
t
,"
he
sai
d
,
his
h
ate on
fire,
smoke
flew from h
i
s
mouth.
The man
se
t
the
g
un
tip o
n
the
wall and
Clic
k
, Clic
k.
Damn,
ba
c
k
to the
Mail
R
oom -
lunch break
i
s over
.
Scott Neville
lunaT
DTaped 1n Tegal Tobe
s
she boldly appToaches
lav1sh but
lovely
Blues, gTeens, and puTples
The Mo
s
aic
hngenng haTmomously
sw1Thng
dTeam1ly blend1ng, blurnng 1n the daTkness
Jn heT
eyes,
the waves of countless
ages:
lengthy voyages,
lud1uou
s
loveTs
gallant heToes-she has commanded them all
SpaTkhng 1n heT
sm
ll
e
,
eveTy female
fem1n1n1ty,
cTeatuTe,
natuTe
poweT, hfe,
eteTn1ty
Each s1lveT
b1TthmaTk
a sta1n
of punty, wondeTment
a
delectable accountab1hty
of
heT peTfect
chaos
Smooth, sahny,
and daTk
She sweeps
by
each eye
gTacefully
lendmg heT
celestial
hght
heT
sfrength
and
heT
d
epth.
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24
Fall
2000
Help
me.
I
cannot
leave
this
place
.
It traps
me
and forces
me to hide. Why
am
I here.
What
have I done.
Why
do they punish me.
My eyes,
they hurt me. I
see
only darkness.
It
blinds me. I
hear only silence.
I
am
deaf. I
smell only smoke
~
It burns me
inside. I
taste only
dust.
It
makes me
dry.
I
feel
only loneliness.
It isolates;
me.
I
am
not
dead
.
I am not
alive. I am trapped.
But there is something.
Help
me.
I can leave this place. I am tree
and
open
.
I
am
here. I have done nothing
and
everything.
They
punish
me but I do not
care. My eyes,
they
free
me. I
see only light
.
I
create
images. I hear
only
laughter. I
can
hear. I
smell only your
hair.
It
cools me inside
.
I taste only
sweetness
.
It
makes me content. I
feel only
l
ove.
It
befriends me. I am not dead. I
am not
alive
.
I am free.
Cavs
There was alwr,rys something about yo
u
That made me feel alive.
A light that I saw each time
You entered the room.
It was something that onfy you
And I knew; something onfy we
Could see. It was something
That will be ours forever.
Th
e
M
o
s
a
i
c
Reflechons
on
a
n Autumn Maple
Jn a comple
t
e world
,
the sohtary 1nd
1V
1dual falhng, fluttenng-
unnohced
-
But then Wmd
com
es
,
stnppmg
her naked
-
gale
gu
s
hng through th
e
whole,
sending part
s
,
feehngs
a
s
tray,
numbing the
complete,
rendenng t
he
mcomplete
1mpotent
-
And
then
Time
comes-At mght,
when
the
world
1s
too
asleep
to nohce,
the awake
world too hred to
care
-
Jn
the
Darkness,
even
then,
more
fragments change
the whole-
Then Rain
come
s
-
The
flower
s
and
the
fa
r
mers r
e
101ce
while Dav1d 1s
chiseled to a sk1pp1ng stone
and
Monet
1
s
a
single dot on a canvassed
landscape,
And
1f
you think a leaf
falhng
1s
lonehness,
you
should see my
bald1ng
head-
Scott Randall Thompson
25
2
6
F
a
l
l
2000
.
..
I
'
i
~,,..,
"'
.
,
•
,
~
- .,4r.
l)
l
er's Field
ning
to
the
band playing,
Beautiful people
all around,
Hippies dancing
and
sway
in
g,
rinking beer
and
la
y
in
g
on
th
e grou
nd
H
a
ppy
children playing in the
g
ra
ss,
Music flowin
g
through the
summer air
Smoke flowing
t
hr
ough
pipes
of glass,
Girls putting flowers in their
h
air.
On that peaceful
summer
night,
Everyone
ca
m
e
from miles
away,
Not
to hate, or judg
e, or
fight,
But to li
s
t
e
n to
the
mu
s
i
c
play.
Jo
e
Cann
e
relli
The Mo
s
aic
i
wa
n
t to
b
e
l
os
t in th
e wo
od
s
fo
ll
ow
in
g b
r
ea
d
c
rumb
s wi
th m
y swed
i
s
h
sister
esc
apin
g
th
e w
r
at
h
o
f a
w
ar
ty w
it
c
h
i
wa
nt t
o
be huffin
g a
nd puffin
g
bl
ow
in
g t
h
e
h
o
u
ses
of ho
gs away
bri
c
k
s w
ill
s
t
op
m
y s
up
e
r-br
ea
th
i
wa
n
t to
b
e
climbin
g the
b
ea
n
s
t
a
l
r
esc
uin
g
th
e
h
eave
nl
y
h
a
rp
runnin
g o
n cl
o
ud
s
fr
o
m
a greedy g
i
a
nt
i wa
nt
to be
a
ll th
ose
thin
gs
b
ut i
n
s
te
a
d i
'm
ju
st
J
ac
k
,
wo
rkin
g
for
:"'ate
r i
c
an
'
t li
ve w
ilaPut
a
l
ways
runnm
g o
ut
J
f
·
t
u
mblin
g
t
owa
rd
s
th
e
b
o
ttom
o
nl
y to wo
rk m
y way t
o
the w
ell
~ce aga
in
,
.
"
J
im
Mc
Gr
a
th
J
27
,
28
Fall
20
00
Untitl
e
d
I
(e
ll
y
Meag
h
e
r
The Mosaic
Jl
'Vision for Carlos
On a
crisp
July
nigfit
(mucfi cooler tfian
usuaQ I
saw a
mot/i's
sfiacfow
:flying
in front of my porcfi
{igfit ffic/(_ering
I paicf no mine£. It was just nigfit.
Jfe
Ii.it
my 6ack., I tfiougfit of notfiing,
just
reciting poetry
softly to
myse[j
I fiearcf tfie motfi tfien speaf;jng
'To
me?
%.e
wings
wfiippecf, rapping up ancf clown {oucfer ancf
faster
ancf
loucfer
Jfe was
angel wfiite fie
circlecf
my fieacf.
.
.
fie fiacf me.
'l(fi!Jtfimic wing j[aps as fie macfe trips
from
my
eyes
to 6ac(
.
. I cou{cfn't quite mafy it out
Jfe
sat
ne;'(_t to my ear Ii.overing
flapping
J
{oof<:!cf straigfit afieacf.
'I1ien I fiearcf fiim .
.7wcf
I
{is
tenecf.
I
cannot repeat wfiat
fie toM me I promisecf fiim
'But I {oo/(_ecf up ancf
saw
..
.
I
saw
tfirougfi
everything
ancf saw more tfian
everytfiing
%.e
ricfi
am6er fiue of tfie fiem{oc/(_
%.e
racfiant glow of tfie maple
'Ifie stars streaf<:.jnggo{c[ tfiey were moving 6ut tfiey
weren't
I
saw
tfie uncfer6elly
of
a jet as it passecf overfieaa
I
felt tfie
engine in my cfiest
I
felt it's Ii.eat on my forefieatf
Smofy
tfrippetf tfown my tfiroat ana
continue{
011
to my lungs in one clear heavy 6reatfi
%.e
6est 6reatfi I'd ever
ta/(_en.
It refresfied me
.
'Ifie 6ats moths j{ies just sitting tfiere in
en{igfiteneajoy
in miaair.
'Ifie trees aimmetf against tfie cfiarcoa{ fieaven tfiey no longer 6umetf
Just a
secontf
ago tfiey were il{uminecf. One
eternal
secotuf ago
.
Landan (jross
29
30
I am not yours
You broke your promise
You broke your word
F
all 20
0
0
You broke my heart for the last hme
Brok
e
n glass
and
broken hearts
Broken clouds
and
broken dreams
T
dreamt the day would come
T
dreamt
If
you were not there
After
sleep
le
ss
mghts,
T
could
not dream
Streaming glens
and streaming
t
e
ar
s
Streammg floods
and
s
treaming
pain
You never gave me the freedom
You
never gave me the pleasure of being nght
You never were there for me anyway
Bursts of flames
and
bursts of rage
Bursts of
stars and
burst
s
of rain
Didn't take us
long
to go our
separate
w
ays
Didn't take you
long
to
mov
e
on
Didn't take me long to reahze
Rays of sun and Tays of hope
Rays of hght and rays of peace
You aren't the one for me anymore
You aren't mine
And
T
am not
yours
.
Mana
Schiano
The
M
osaic
31
Thought
T
h
e Thought sprung our and carried
-
The
T
hinker
a
l
ways was
-
The Rubber
Band
of T
i
me
s
nap
s
back
and
echoes now in
Us
-
A Sonic output
for all Time
A Symbol crash.u1g
A
Starter's pistol
A
Thought
before
The Thoug
ht
-
32
I
w
'
,
j
.,
Fall 2000
mp
neeS for pou
Is red~fess
It mangfes
me
.like
car
crasfjes
-pour goo6nigfjt ca!fs
,
t:fjings to 6epen6 on
t:fje constant wa1'
-pou gfoe 1'0urseff to me
Again an6 again
makes cfjaos insi6e
me
1
60 not want to see 1'0U
1 nee6
to see 1'0U
'to f"tsten to 1'0Ur 'QOtce
t:o 6e
in
1'0Ur
arms
1
see tfje cfjaos reffecte6
In 1'0Ur e1'es
It couf6 6e anotfjer
5afse af
ann
Anotf)er sei'~ure comes,
A
5a1' gone
61'
mitfjout 1'0ur so~ --ooice
Against
tfje pfjone,
t:f)en 1'0U come
,
As
af
wa1's witf) awakening wor6s
A
smiltng tone
1
am
no fonger sane
,
-pou soun6 sa6,
I'm tearing
up
tfje mifes
Of wire 6etween us
Untif 1'ou are
i
n
m1'
arms
.latef1' I'--oe forgotten
t:o 6reatfje
-
t:fjis is new .
.laura:R,01'
Th
e
M
osaic
~u{es for Living
'Eat each
moment up frke it is a ripe peach
just pfucked
from
i
ts tree. Let the juice trickje doWn your
chin
and savor
every
6ite. S{urp it up
frke your mother never toftf you it was rude'
Listen with
the
inten
sity
and passion
that
is
found in the cofors of autumn's {eaves
at the peak
of
theft season. Jlffow the reds to deafen you,
the greens to soothe you,
and the oranges cheer you.
'Touch other peop{e
'
s [ives as
1f
you are a 6a6y
discovering every
te;r__tur
e
for the first time.
'Be hurt 6y
tlie
peop{e who w
i
ff
prickyou
frke a thom,
6e comforted 6y tfie peopfe wfio wif{ caress you frke a
co
tt
on
sfieet,
and 6e amazed 6y tlie peop{e wlio make you
feef
frke you liave never feft 6efore.
See more tlian what is actuaffy visi6{e.
Look 6eyond tlie
s
uiface and
view wliat's
inside
6ecause the wrapping paper may 6e pretty
6ut
it's
wliat's
inside
tlie
Christmas
present tfiat
counts.
Smeff
the
peif
um
e
of fije.
:from
the roasted cfiestnuts
outside St. Patr
i
ck's
Catfiedra{
to tfie cofogne
on your crusfi's neck, [et
it aff
Jiff your fungs
frke
it
'
s tfie mouth to moutfi resuscitation
you need to frve.
Micheffe Sfesinski
33
34
1i>osts
of sfja5es 5e"our
l:fje
serenitl' of
compfacence
1/turturing serf
,
containe5 quests
fo
r
a
5icfjotoml' of rife
:)Oatterns of stre
n
gtfj an5 weakness
U)o"en in great 5etaff aroun5
l:fje
el'es
of
a
su~foor wfjo
11:Jings 5esperaterl'
to
tfjat
fast
~it
of
e5ge
tfjat
separates
fjim
from
1i>is
own mo
r
tafi
t
l'
tan l'OU
see fjim?
t
an l'OU feer fjis acfjes?
Fall
2000
t
an l'OU .6reatfje fjis anxietl'
in
l'Our r
u
ngs?
U>fjat
60 l'OU see
..
.
?
1
see
a
man wfjo fjas retreate5
Un5er
a
tree to sfjier5 fjimserf from
l:fje sun
an5
1i>as
.6egun to faff asreep wfjff e
Rea5ing
a
.6ook.
WiITTam 1i>.
Jt>ougfj
l
a
zy W
a
ltz
en
Tnnl<l
e
t
s s
hppmg
s
lowly,
flowmg from the aby
ss
abov
e:
Dropl
e
t
s
dnbbhng from th
e
gr
e
y
Point
s a
nd pie
c
e
s
pe
e
hng, swnhng
fJa1hng from the mi
s
ty
s
mog,
Wmdy gu
s
t
s
d
a
n
ce
w
i
th the wat
e
ry ang
els
hghtly l
ea
dmg,
ca
rrymg
, s
pmnmg dr
o
plet
s
1n a clu
s
t
e
ry
s
piral:
loo
se
branch
e
s, hugg
e
d by fnghtened,
c
run
c
hy greens and brown
s
, and
forgetful p
a
rtner
s
b
e
g to
c
ut 1n
to mix with th
e
d
r
oopmg spittl
e
and waltz lazily to the hm
s
h.
P
.
T
ara
nt
e
ll
o
The Mo
saic
Dehydrated Sunbaker
Scott Ne
vill
e
35
3
6
F
a
ll 2000
'Tong
I k_issea you
unier
tlie
Pa[e, [igfit of tlie [amppost, sliining
'IJown
on untouclia6[e,
soufs
I
e;cfia[e,a sfow[y ani a sma[[ stream of
Smof;_e utterea a Jina[ gooi-6ye
Jl.s
we [ay [augliing
I
fook_ea
to
'Ifie
stars ani
cliantei
your name
In
tliat liaunting
tone
Sirens singing for you
,
to
your
on[y you
'But my song iii
not
reacli you
On
tliat
liot
night
on a [ong ana winiing
Jiigfiway
Sometimes
I
sti{{ sing to you ani I
'.Fee[ your
toucli
as every liair
On my neck_ stanis erect, sa[uting
,Your
unseen
presence
,You are now tfie [eaf tfiat suiien[y
Starts
to
lance in a soft 6reeze, hawing me
'J{g,ar to you
,
creating the smi[e I k_now you
JI.re searching for.
'l(ef[y
'Jvf
eaglier
T
he Mosa
i
c
Mrs. 'Beatufmore
Sfie was ovenfressea for lier station
.
(jfittering
pearfs of ivor!J [i.gfit were pourea across lier ned:J
i
R! sma[[ rainarops
.
J-ier fiat was an overf!J [arge piece of awfu[ wonaer ana stupe
n
aous g[amour
.
Sfie sat impatientf!J
u
pon lier mi.gfity, we[[
-
enaowea
cliair fasfiionea i
n
tfie
'E)(_travagant,
overa6unaa
n
t form of lier fio[[owea fius6ana
.
J-ier soft, moonfit
features were g[owing in sinfu
[
raaiance of t
r
ue 6eauty. J-ier cliin was raisea in
efegance ana
lier
auteous, sacrea posture was one of uninfii6itea 6[untness.
'Ifie
paupers 6efore lier procfa
im
ea it a wonarous
sto':}
of rags
t
o r
i
cfies, of a
sing[e 6eing 6e
a
ting 6ad: .. tfie grim
:
vio[ent, a
n
a u[tima tef!J
U
ltSaVO':J oaas.
Sfie cast a wfio[e new [i.gfit on tlie pompous worfa slie fiaa mistak._enf!J
i
nfieritea.
Ji
m
'l(pvef[o
Da
r
k and
c
ool
w
e
lay ben
ea
th th
e s
af
e
ty of th
e s
h
ee
t
s
Fa
c
etofac
e,e
y
es
lo
c
ked
Your k1
ss
mak
es
m
e
w
e
ak
Your touch
se
nd
s
my h
ea
d
1
nto
a s
p1n
l f
ee
l h
ea
vy, m
o
v1ng 1n slow mohon
Ey
e
s clos
e
d
,
look1ng
a
t you w1th my
h
a
nd
s
Your warm br
ea
th ti
c
kles my n
ec
k
hk
e a
b
r
e
e
z
e
1n Jun
e
Sk1n to
s
k1n
N
e
v
e
r k
n
ow
1
ng wh
e
r
e
l
s
top
a
nd you
b
e
gm
Your wh1
s
p
er
s
so
ftly
ec
h
o
through my
s
oul
Wrapp
e
d 1n your
a
rm
s
l m
e
lt
as
l f
ee
l th
e
way you lov
e
m
e
N1
cole
R
e
1Z1
a
n
37
3
8
F
a
ll
2000
LOVE LOST
life 1s empty. Mountains dwindle. Important b
e
com
e
s fnvolous.
The
sun 1
s
exhngu1shed.
The
s
tar
s
no long
e
r twinkle
.
I
am alon
e
1n
a c
rowd
e
d world.
Respons1b1hhes
shp away
.
Th
e
darknes
s
reache
s
into
my
s
oul
.
l
ce
a
s
e to funchon
.
ls
she
s
o
important? Why
am
I
s
o dev
a
stated? Can l not go on without
h
e
r? Sh
e
1
s
dead but
sh
e
hves. We
are separat
e
d by
a
n eternity but w
e
ar
e
only in
c
he
s a
p
a
rt.
My
longing 1nten
s
1hes
with each
pa
s
sing
s
e
c
ond. Sh
e
1
s e
veryplac
e
I
turn except with
m
e
.
Does sh
e
know I love her?
Can
I mak
e
h
e
r
understand?
love 1s
painful
and hat
e
lurks
in
the shadow
s
.lam afraid.
I
fear
I
can't go on.
I
am an empty
s
hell
.
Only
s
h
e
ca
n heal my wounds.
Anonymou
s
LOVE FOUND
love found 1
s e
x
o
ting, fnght
e
ning,
fulhlhng. The
hrst
s
tep
1
s
h
es
itating
.
C
a
n
s
h
e
love me? ReJ
e
chon
1
s
bitter. She doe
s
lov
e
m
e
!
My
sp1nt soar
s
. Can 1t be?
Sh
e
under
s
t
a
nds, probes,
c
hall
e
nges. We grow in each other
.
Another m
e
,
s
l
ee
ping within, shrs strugghng to be born. Sh
e
1
s
th
e
fath
e
r.
Fear and guilt mingle w
ith
th
e
J
oy.
C
a
n 1t be?
Th
e
bitt
e
r
a
nd
th
e sw
eet. The
d
e
pre
ss
ion and the exh1larahon. Th
e
sahsfachon and the fru
s
tr
a
hon
.
W
e a
re
c
onstantly torn, npp
e
d
a
sund
e
r.
Th
e
p
a
thw
a
y looks hopel
ess
. Th
e
Journey
c
annot be succe
ss
ful
.
The enemy 1
s
eve
rywh
e
r
e
, 1ns1de and out. lov
e
1
s s
trong.
It
will
s
urv
i
v
e
.
W
e
will not yi
e
ld.
Anonymou
s
mas
ijington'
s torp~e
"tfjq> fja6 U)asfjington's no6fe frame
-€normous
in
stature
6efore tfjem
The Mosaic
On
a
6f ack6oar6
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quantum mecfjanics
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witfj fjis ps-rcfje
making rationaf
ju6gments
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"tfjeir
formufas concocte6
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fjo"ering
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centrifuge spinning
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ma6ison grinning
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spirit of $eorge
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an6
o"er
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6ecision
UnetfjicafT-r sanctifie6
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pre"aifing
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sifence
-€xcept
for tfje fjum6fing fjum
Of inexora6f e tum6fing
ffi.e"in
-
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,,
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I
can
see
a
tfream
6efore
me tum to a nigfitmare
filntf
tfien tfiere
was
gou
'Turning mg [ife upsitfe tfown
it
is true
'J{g,ver seeing
gou again gives me fear
I
was ignorant of gour q_istence
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gou awaf<:..enetf mg fieart
'Wfien
I
no [anger see gou it fiurts fif<:._e a tfart
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tfrew for
fiopes to
gou
I
give
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from
tfie
sifent
sauna
39
'Wfien witfi
!JOU
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get
wfiat my fieart neeas to five
Jolin ,Youf<:..er
40
Fa
ll
2000
You
On., 6ut you aon't
seem
to u,uferstana
'Even for one
wfw
seemea such.
an honest man
'But I a
m
faftering I am
fofaing
I am
famng
Into you
I am
scare!
now I am
scratcfiing
I am seetfiing
JI{{
for
you
.
'J{pw lfo !JOU th.ink__ tfi.at !JOU
canfinlf
your
way
'Back.into
gwry
of tfie ligfit of
aay
'J{pw
I want never I want neitfier I
want
notfiing
'To ao
witfi
you
I
want colaness
I
want
teasing I
want capturing
'B!J
!JOU
.
Ofi, r/on
't
you tfiink_you /<;[,ow 6y now
I
can tel{
it 6y
your
fia{{ower/ 6row
Jina
I fiave
waiter/
I nave
wastetf
I
fiave witfieretf
Jlwayfor
you
I
fiave lingerer!
I
Ii.ave lost
it I have
left it
JI{{
for you.
Alphabet Soup
A
bercrombie
B
o
y
s
C
all
D
uring
E
vening
F
or
G
r
eat
H
a
pp
iness
.
In
s
t
ead,
J
oyfu
l
live
Killin
g
L
ove's
M
etaphors.
N
ever
O
ver
P
raising.
Q
uestioning
R
easons
.
S
educ
in
g,
T
eas
in
g,
U
sing
.
V
ile!
Wh
y?
X
plain
Y
ourse
lf
-
Z
ac
ha
r
y
!
Michelle S
l
esinski
The
M
osaic
41
SQU
I
RREL
REBECCA
URCIUOLO
Pohhcal Asylum
01th dong dop
I ama mop
Excuse my 1ncons1st
e
noes
Whip wh
a
p whud
The bomb was a dud
The v11l
a
1n's plans w
e
T
e
foiled
The heToes
s
av
e
d th
e
day
again
feeh fo
Thi
s
guy ha
s
got to go
H
e
doe
s
n't wash his hands
lips aTe b
e
ing mov
e
d
All aTe b
e
ing fooled
J1mM
c
GTath
42
F
a
ll
2000
Two Hits
C
h
ill
slides 'cross the shoulders
and
u
p
the
nec
k
after comi
n
g
a
l
o
n
g
the
spine.
I thin
k
I came c
l
ose
t
o
d
eath
from
o
n
ly two h
i
ts.
That would e
x
p
l
ain why
I
cou
ld
n't
keep my
eyes
ope
n
on
t
he tra
in.
Dream without
slee
p
w
i
t
h
o
u
t the a
b
i
li
ty to act i
n
my own
scr
i
pt.
I almost misse
d
my
stop
.
I\
[
ore
t
h
a
n
five
h
o
ur
s
lat
e
r
and
still
n
ot
clear,
s
low
sleepwal
k
wit
h
dragging fee
t
and my arms
sway
of
fb
eat, lac
k
i
n
g
r
hyt
h
m
and droop
h
eav
il
y
u
nd
er
the
gravity
of
just two hits
.
Staying
awake thro
u
gh
a
se
l
f conversation
o
n
paper
and
just as t
h
e
li
n
e of
a
li
fetime comes along,
i
t
dod
ges
back as m
y
hand
reache
s
out and
my fingers
clench
clumsil
y
on
this pen
.
So
I
ramble
on
hop
i
ng t
h
a
t
it come
s
back
but it'
s
been beaten from m
y
memory
b
y
j
ust
two
h
i
ts
.
C
h
ri
s
K
n
udcsen
I
nt
er
naJ
to
nf
fic
t
I
.i>
J\'t-{:
tfje e-x>ening sunset
,
2,ecause
nigfjt
is
a.6out
to
6esc
e
n6
,
.§ome peopfe rook forwar6
to
tomorrow
,
2,u
t
I know tfja
t
tonigfjt wiff
ne-oer
e
n6.
Joe
tannerem
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o
n their
fo
rev
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r
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h
es
it
a
nt
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s
, tra
g
icall
y
nev
e
r
r
ea
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th
e
ir int
e
nd
e
d
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udi
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n
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b
eca
u
se o
f f
e
ar
o
f reje
c
ti
o
n.Thi
s
s
em
es
ter
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osa
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ll th
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s,
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o
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s, a
r
t
i
s
t
s, a
nd photo
g
r
a
ph
e
r
s
th
a
t
d
evo
ted
their
time
t
o e
xp
l
o
rin
g
th
e
ir
o
wn inn
e
r v
o
i
ces a
nd
s
h
o
ut
e
d th
e
m
o
ut
fo
r th
e
Mari
s
t c
o
mmunit
y
.
I
a
ppl
a
ud y
o
u for
yo
ur
e
ffort
s a
nd h
o
p
e eve
r
yo
n
e e
nj
oys
h
ow
th
e
wo
rk h
as
b
ee
n
v
o
i
ce
d in th
e L
i
t
era
r
y
Art
s Soc
i
e
t
y's
Fall 2000
M
osa
i
c
.
Editor-In-Chief:
Scott
Neville
List
of Editors:
J
im
R.m
·
ello
P
au
i
c
i
a Tara
nt
ella
James
Pisano
Back Cover Art
Alexis
Ka
l
eida
Untitled
Kell
y
Mea
g
h
e
r
Advisor:
Greg f\Iac
h
acek
Je
nn
ifer
H
offman
Front Cover
Art
Scot
t
Nev
ill
e
Table of Contents I
1
Brilliant
S
c
o
tt Rand
a
ll
T
homp
so
n
2
F
ri
e
nd
s vs
Fri
e
nd
s
Al
ex
i
s
K
a
l
e
id
a
3
I
wa
n
t t
o b
e
l
os
t in th
e woo
d
s ...
Jim M
c
Grath
Ro
ses
J
e
nnife
r
Hoffm
a
n
4-5
I B
e
li
eve
Chri
s
Knudts
e
n
6
U
n
ti
tl
e
d
J
a
m
es
Pi
sa
n
o
7
L
as
t
Nig
ht'
s Z
infand
e
l
Ki
rs
t
e
n D
oo
l
ey
8-10
U
ntitl
e
d
Org
11
J
en
Jam
es
Pi
sa
n
o
12
N
i
g
ht
L
a
nd
a
n Gro
ss
13
Ce
l
e
br
a
tin
g
P
a
r
a
di
gm
K
e
vin H
e
rb
e
rt
1
4
-1
5
M
ani
f
es
t
o
of th
e
P
as
t
ry
Par
ty
D
ave
Ca
sa
r
e
lla
1
6
U
ntitl
e
d
Kir
s
tin Do
o
l
ey
17
H
ig
h on W
e
dn
es
d
ay
Chri
s
Knut
s
d
e
n
1
8
U
ntitl
e
d
Ki
rs
tin Do
o
l
ey
19
R
e
fl
ec
ti
o
n
s
Jim Ro
ve
llo
20
S
i
sters
E
. D
e
Tr
ag
li
a
2
1
H
e
ll
Ve
r
sus
H
e
a
ve
n
Mi
c
h
e
ll
e
Sl
es
in
s
ki
22
Monosy
ll
a
bi
c
Kill
e
r
Scott Nev
ill
e
23
Lun
a
r
P
a
tri
c
ia T
a
r
a
nt
e
ll
o
U
n
ti
tl
e
d
E.
D
eT
ra
g
li
a
24
H
elp M
e ..
.
C
avs
25
R
e
fl
ections o
n
a
n
Autumn Ma
pl
e
Sco
tt R
a
nd
a
ll Th
o
mp
so
n
26
Br
o
nn
e
r'
s
F
ie
ld
J
oe
C
a
nn
ere
lli
Nec
klin
e
Sco
tt
Nevi
ll
e
27
Fa
ll
e
n
Ange
l
K
y
le Mo
s
tr
a
n
sky
Table of Contents
II
28
Untitled
Kelly Meagh
e
r
29
A Vision for
Carlos
Landan Gro
ss
30
I
am
not
yours
Maria Schiano
31
Thou
g
ht
Scott
Randall Thompson
Between you and me
Jim Rovello
U
ntitled
Jame
s
Pi
sa
no
32
My
n
eed
for
yo
u ...
Laura Roy
H
a
nds
Scott Neville
33
Rules for
Living
Michelle Slesin
s
ki
34
Ho
sts
of Shades Devour ...
William H. Dough
Lazy Wa
l
tzers
Patricia Tarantello
35
Dehydrated Sunbaker
Scott Neville
36
Tony
Kelly Meagher
37
Mr
s.
Beatlilmore
Jim Rovell
o
D
a
rk& Cool...
Nicole Reiz
i
an
38
Love Lost
Anonym
o
us
Love Found
Anonymous
39
Washington's
Corpse
Kevin
Herbert
Angel's Tears
John
Youker
40
You
Anonymous
Mirror
J
ennifer
Hoffman
41
Political
Asy
lum
Jim McGrath
Alphabet
Soup
M
i
che
ll
e
Slesin
s
ki
Squirrel
Rebecca
U
rciuolo
42
Two Hits
Chris Knudsten
Internal Conflict
Joe
Cannerelli
T
he Mosa
i
c
Bnlhant
I'm bnlhant
-
I
onc
e
pa
sse
d by the Sun
and the Sun expen
e
n
ce
d a M
e e
chp
se
-
I'm
bnlhant •
So
bnght
that all
hght 1
s
ab
s
orb
e
d by my bnlh
a
nc
e
Into th
e
bla
c
k
hole
of
Me
Which m
turn, combin
es
with
e
very
black hol
e
of
M
e
So that all
hght,
ev
e
r,
1
s
a part of
Me
And
t
h
e
n you would shll
h
av
e only a ghmpse of
My
bnlhanc
e
-
And 1f
hght
w
e
r
e
to
"
esca
p
e
"
My bnlh
a
nce
1t would tr
a
v
e
l
1nfmitely
at the
s
p
ee
d of it
s
elf
but th
e s
pe
e
d of M
e
1
s
fa
s
t
e
r
b
eca
u
s
e I
a
n th
e
H
e
r
e
a
nd th
e
D
es
hn
a
hon
so t
h
at
th
e
hgh
t wo
uld r
ea
lly b
e
M
e
an
d
Jus
t
not
k
now
1t
ye
t
-
There
are
no
glasses
to shield Your
eyes from
the bnlhance
of
M
e
because
My bnlhance 1s
so
bnlhant that 1t would end
the
nonbn
l
hance
of You.
You bemg all,
You being Me
in
unbnlhant form -
Scott
R
andall
Thompson
l
2
Fall
2000
![riencfs '1/s ![riencfs
JI..
misunderstanding
6ecomes an endless 6attfe.,
fif:!,
a storm
where tfiunder and [igfiten rage
and
nature
liides.
Voices
[oud witli anger
fl[[
up
the space
6etween
two
peopfe.
fe.aving a roar
in eacli ear,
a distance
separated 6y a wa[[
that doesn't crum6fe.
,
and no one
wants to
toucli
for fear the weigfit
coufd
6reak._ upon
them.
'.feefings 6rushed off
fif:!,
dirt
on a
sfe.eve
,
as though they don't
ei>(jst.
'.feelings are 6urned
as
if
tied to a
staf:!.
in a witcli's fire .
.91..fe.r._is 'l(afe.ida
The
Mosaic
i
want
to be lost in the woods
following breadcrumbs with my
swedish sister
escaping
the
wrath of a
warty witch
i
want
to be huffing and puffing
blowing the houses of hogs away
bricks will stop
my
super-breath
i want to be climbing the beanstal
rescuing the heavenly harp
running
on
clouds from a
greedy
giant
i want
to be
all
those things
but instead i'm just Jack
working
for
water
i
can't
live
wiali,Put
always running out
J
,..
tumbling towards the bottom
f
only
to
work
my way to
the well~ce
aga
,.
Jim McGrath
3
4
F
a
ll
2000
I Beheve
There are moral tales of truth we're told
accompanied by
phantasmal images meant to dece1Ve.
After 20 odd years of reflechon
these are the things that I beheve.
I beheve there 1s such a thing
as
true love
not Just a tolerance for another's presences
that doesn •t compromise your
existence.
I beheve there's no such thing as racism
Just
a color-coded
dlfferenhahon
1n the exponenhal
expression
of hatred.
I beheve there are
shll some
good people
Just few
and
far between.
I beheve we're more than simply Just bodies
and
1n a universal knowledge that carnes
our hves on
after
death.
I beheve we're too concerned
with matenal possessions
and
obsessions of pretensions
that we're more important than we really are.
I beheve that there must be
some
higher power
that's wa1hng
for
us to pull our shit together.
I beheve "standards of hv1ng" can be measured
1n far more
accurate
terms than GNP, per
capita,
and
the average number of telev1s1ons per people
1n
a
community.
The Mosaic
I beheve
that
wall
e
ts and credit cards
are
the
atom
bombs of the 21
s
t
century
.
That
all
the technology and high-speed
modems
aren't
going to help
us
without dnechon.
I beheve that biceps
and
tnceps
can
move heavy crates
but minds
and
words
can
move mountains
and more importantly, people.
I beheve 1n God. Just not the
scnpture.
I beheve that OJ was guilty
and so
was Olhe North.
T
beheve that we should focus less
on
how the pnmary races are going and more
on what the candidates are
saying.
Vote l1bertanan.
I beheve I'm going to die young.
I'm not
scared
at all.
That people don't enJoy hfe's expenences
as
much as they could
and should.
Take pnde 1n your accomphshments,
Just don't hold them over someone
else.
I beheve the night she held me was the best night
1n a long hme.
It was the worst night since.
T
beheve
T
beheve
these things that
T
beheve.
Chns Knudtsen
5
6
Fa
ll
2000
Untitled
Jame
s
Pi
s
ano
T
he Mosaic
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as
t
'l{jght1
s
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i
nfantf
e
{
Lovers fa[[ unaer tfie moon's spell
'Druggea 6y tfie nigfit's fragrance
Soon to 6e awa(enea 6y tfie 6reaifast 6e{l
Quiet[y fie sneak§ out of tfie fiote{
room. It was al{ an acciaent
.
Lovers fe[[ unaer tfie moon's spell
Lying on tfie pillow fiis vi[lane[[e.
::How convenient
to 6e awal(.enea 6y tfie 6reafjast 6ell
'Tfie pen stiff {ying in tfie inf:...we{{
tfie in(si[{ wets tfie parcfiment
lovers wfio f al{ unaer tfie moon's spell
'J{pw it awaf:...ens Jeze6e{
to see fiim a6sent,
lier lover awaf:...enea 6ejore tfie 6reafjast 6ell
Sfie sip peel last nigfit's Zinfanae{
reaaing tfie fetter's content
lovers fa[[ unaer tfie moon's spe[{
one to 6e awa(enea 6y tfie 6reafjast 6ell
'l(jrsten 'Dooley
7
8
Fa
ll
2000
The doctors ha<l all left, the
only
movement in the hospital
room
was the orderly
shutting
down the machines. Kathy ha<l died two days, but it took this long family
to g
i
ve
the
go
ahead to pull
the
plug and
Ice
her body rest. I
stood o,·er
her
still-warm
body
stroking
her b
l
o
nde
hair. When
t
h
e orderly started
to
pull the
sheet over
her
beautiful
features
I
motioned for
him
to
stop
.
He
gave
me a
so
l
emn
n
od
an<l exited the room,
l
eaYing
me alone with Kathy and
m
y
memories.
I
had
m
et
Kathy at the beginning
of t
he week,
and we
hie
it
off
immediately.
I
am a
consultant for a large technology firm out
o
f
I
louston and Kathy was the receptionist at
our
client's home office
.
I
still remember
how
s
he
looked
s
ittin
g
there, a
picture
of
beauty
and happiness. She had this air
of
j
oy
around
h
er. Somehow,
even
i
n death, there is a
feeling that
s
h
e
might
s
it up
a
nd
laugh
one more time. The
gentle
men
I
was
to
meet with
were running late and
I
had
enough time to speak with Kathy at
l
ength
about nothing.
I
was
able
to break
t
he
i
ce
due
to the fact that o
n
e of my
ba
gs
was destroyed
on
the airp
l
ane
and
I
was
out of
personal hygiene products and medication.
\'(
'
e decided to finish
our
conve
r
sation ove
r
coffee whe
n
I
had finished my presentation
.
As we
l
eft
the
coffee
shop
that afternoon,
I
asked her
i
f
s
he
would
lik
e
to have
dinner
t
h
at
night. She pointed
out
with her trademark
sweet smile
that
I
needed
to go
s
h
opping and
quickly added that
she
bad a ptior
engagement
at the gym. I
suggested
Tuesda~
'
and
she
a
greed
.
One quick hug and
she
was hailing a
tax
i.
I
the
n
took t
h
e next four
h
ours
finding a
ph
armacist,
buying the
esse
ntial
s, getting
my prescription filled,
getti
ng
lost, finding a taxi, having the driver deposit me
at the
wrong
hotel twice, fielding messages from my employers when
I
got back, and
starting
my reports
1
had
due
to the client and my boss.
Our dace
o
n
Tuesday cou
l
dn't have been
bett
er.
The restaurant chat the
hotel
suggested was
fabu
l
ous
:
good foo
d,
better wine, and perfect company
.
\Ve talked
The n
i
ght
away
unaware
of
the time until, by pure chance,
she
n
oticed
the
staff
was putting the chairs
up
.
With her beautiful laugh
s
he
s
u
ggeste
d
we retire to
one of
the local bars
.
S
h
e under
-
stoo
d
that
I had a lot of paperwork to
gtind
throu
g
h
after that morning meeting with her
employe
r
s.
She looked a little
c
li
sappo
i
nted,
so
I pu
ll
ed
o
ne
of
m
y
be
st
bachelor
cricks out
and
offered
to cook her dinner W
'
ednesday.
The
M
osaic
9
I was having
troub
l
e concentrating on
my presentation
\\
'
e
dn
esday,
preoccupied
with Kathy and
m
y
h
opes for
the night
we
were
going
to
ha,
·c.
The rest
of
my
J
ay
fled in a
b
l
ur until five
o'
cl
ock.
Kathy
offered
to
accompany
me
to t
h
e sto
r
e
but
I
ro
ld h
e
r
that would
ruin the mood, and
she s
h
ould e
xpect
me
at h
er
apartment at
s
ix
.
r\t six-fifteen
her
d
oor opened
to me holding two
l
arge
brown
pap
e
r
bags
.
1
!
e
r
apartment was
ve
r
y
n
i
cely
li
t,
with
soft
music
pla
y
in
g,
candles
.
.. the perfect romantic
atmo
-
sphere
. I
offered
her
a g
l
ass of
the horribly
e
xpensive
bottle
of
champagne
I
purchased
earlier
. \'<!h
en she s
tart
ed
towards
the
kitchen I
ge
ntl
y gui
ded h
er to
her
co
uch
and
told
h
er
that
I
wou
ld
take
care
of everyth
in
g,
and just needed
t
o
know where the champagne
g
l
asses
were
.
r\ sho
rt
rummage
thoug
h
her cabinets
offe
r
ed
up two pieces
o
f
crystal.
\v
e
dran
k
guietly,
with knowing
g
l
ances exchanged
between us.
\
V
h
en
we
had
finished,
I
took
her
g
la
ss
along
with
mine back to
th
e
kitchen
and star
t
ed on
the
only
meal I
kn
ew
how
to
make with
any
abi
li
ty.
Two short
hours
l
ate
r
,
din
i
ng
on s
irl
oi
n
and a
few vegetable si
de
s over
pleasant
conversation
,
I noticed that
she
was losing her
trademark g1i
n
.
Thirty minutes later,
she
looked
quite
unwell.
I
asked
her
if
s
h
e was
feeling
ok
and with
some
pr
odding she
admitted
that she was
feeling light
-
headed and apo
l
ogized
. I
said
i
t was
all ri
ght
and asked if
th
ere
was
apything
I
cou
ld
do.
S
h
e said
no and
exc
u
sed
herself
to
her
bathroom
.
I
sat
alone for
five
minutes when a loud
crash coup
l
ed
by a
very
ho
ll
ow
thud came
from the
bathroom.
I
called
out
t
o see
i
f
s
he
was
o
k.
No
r
esponse
.
I called again
.
Sile
nc
e
.
I
wa
lk
ed over to
th
e
d
oor, calling out
Kathy's name, and pushed
t
h
e
door
ope
n.
I
can't forget
the
sight that greeted
me.
Kathy
lay
sprawled out on the
tile
in
a
poo
l
of
broken
g
la
ss
and
bl
ood
.
The door
of
the med
i
cine cabinet was shattered
and
the
pi
eces of mirro
r
sha
tt
ere
d
on
the floor reflected
her
pale
face and the gash on
her
forehead
.
The sink
had a
s
i
zeab
l
e
red bloodstain
on
its
edge.
The
ambu
la
nce
took less than
five
minutes to reach her
aparuncnt
.
I was
able
to
ma
k
e
it
to the
h
ospital forty
-
five minutes after
t
h
at.
\
Vhen
I
was
allowed to
see
her, her
h
ead
10
F
all 2000
was bandaged and the bleeding
l
ooked
to be under contro
l
, but there was a
se
n
se
of frantic
hopelessness
infectin
g
the doctors and nurses working on her. They were
examining
charts
and had what I guessed was more machinery in her room
than
they needed.
Five hours later, a doctor and a police officer approached my chair in the waiting
room. The doctor had a
sad
expression
on
her
face, and the police officer just looked
grim.
She
told me that they had trouble
s
topping
the bleeding from Kathy's forehead, and later
tests
showe
d
that this was due to her having large doses of blood thinners in her b
l
ood
stream
.
Unfortunately,
they
hadn
'
t
discovered this
i
n time and after they had at first
stemmed
the bleeding, Kathy's condition continued to deteriorate and
they
didn't know why. An X-ray
later, they discovered a bleeding ulcer in her
s
tomach
that had caused too much
in
ternal
b
l
eeding
and caused Kathy to
slip
into a coma
.
T
h
e officer
asked me if Kathy
seemed
depressed. I responded no, and he
to
l
d me
that they discovered
in
her apartment an empty prescription bottle
in
the
remains
of
her
medicine cabinet
.
The doctor who unplugged Kathy
to
l
d me that the
comb
inati
on of
the blunt
impact trauma
and blood
l
oss
from the head wound
she
had
suffered caused
too much brain
damage and
she
would never wake up from
h
er coma.
I looked down at Kathy and
gave
a
soft smile;
I
n
ever even
knew her last name.
"Excuse
me,
sir?"
Looking
up from Kathy, I
saw
a lovely blonde nurse
standing
at
the
door to the
darkened room.
"Yes?"
"The
orderlies
need to clear this room. \'(/ou
l
d
you
like
to
come with me and
get
a
cup
of
coffee?"
I looked down
at
my watch. My flight left in four hours - enough time.
"Ok, su
r
e."
I replied.
As
I
walked behind her, I
saw that she
was wearing thigh-high
nylons.
Good. Strangu
lati
on
i
s so
much more fun
than
poison.
The
M
osaic
Jen
James
Pisano
11
12
Fall
2000
?{jglit
'Ifie 6[acfcof tlie
magno[ias and map[es against tlie
cfuircoa[
sfq; mafces me
sing
'Wlio dwe[fs
on
tlie lieaven[y s[atei'
It must 6e tfie
su6terraneans
I
foofc
up the
fficl<Jng
fficfcering f[eeting stars
-
wlio can
toudi sucli a
transient
force
'Ifie!J
fio[tf
tliem tfiere with
sucli
precision fastenetf to un6reafca6[e un(nowa6[e unseea6[e
Ca6[es
.
'Ifie
northwest moon's marve[ous mofreng[ow I
squint
and its
Jlefios
ra!JS reffection
slioot
toward me
effordess.
I
tfo tfie same witli tlie
stars
Jlnd
tlie masters see me
,
the!J [augli, tfie!J are [aughing at me remem6ering smoK;jng at
nigfit and their pe!Jote ta[es
'Ifie
[avender
granite
of tlie night mafces me sing
Cacf;fe! Jloot!
'Wai[! 'WJIILI'}(_{j waif! JI magnificent mariachi m~[ee
In
tfie tfistance.
'Ifie cfim6ing
pitch cricfcets
string
tfieir
Christmas
6op
S!Jmphori!J
and I am
the
audienc
e
tfi.e
6aritone drone to tlie [oop [oop of tlie conductors wantf
'But
!Jes
- even
tlie!J must dear tlieir throats and cracfc their f:Jiucf;fes
'To
m!J rig/it is m!J fr
i
end m!J
frientf
m!J f rientf, m!J 6est frientf With her grantf green
'Twinf;fe
.
Jlnd
witli a foofc I fcnow, nothing more 6e e)(pfainetf
.
'True
fove and untferstanaing true [ove ana fcnow[etfge true [ove and an entf[ess fire
'Ifiere is
no macliiner!J of this night no artificia[ neon atomic tfisgrace
Just the
tfeafening [u[[ of sifence here antf again
'Draw
a perfect cirde
I just Ii.ave ..
.
Lantfan (jross
T
h
e
M
osa
i
c
Celebratmg Parad1gm
The m1uoscop1c
sacnhce
has given u
s
a
taste
Of
suffenng
for
somethmg
more than Just the human race
If
every
father only knew the path a child would take
And how
each
lesson
complicates
the fragile hand of fate
Could you
convince
them
through
1t
all
that one 1s truly
saved
Eternity 1s
something
more than ashes 1n the grave
All our
s1ns are
washed
away,
but who could pay the pnce
When deep ms1de of
all
of us the devil's thmk1ng twice
On the cross he was
a
prayer for those who had bereaved
Jn the
end
he
saved
himself
and all
who have believed
His
ego
slowly d1ss1pates
and
permeates throughout
His body lives
eternally
1n
each
of the devout
The macroscopic
sacnhce
will
seem
like
such a
waste
Abruptly
ending everything
destroying hme and
space
If
every
mother had a clue
could
heaven truly wait
Could any martyr 1ushfy the
choice
we'd have to make
And how we Judged our neighbors for the way we
all
behaved
Despite the gift of providence our
souls
are yet
enslaved
for
choose
we must -
we
can
no longer leave 1t to the dice
A life of lukewarm maybes now will
simply
not
sufhce
Even
so
we celebrate for what we have conce1Ved
Prognoshcahng miracles and more
OT
less deceived
Our moral degradation states that hfe 1s
all
about
The mansions that we build ourselves from what we've hgured out
But
cosmic
dust 1s all we are and soon w1II
all
become
Unless we break from Satan's gnp before the day 1s done
Kevin Herbert
13
14
F
a
ll
2
000
Manifesto of the Pastry Party
A
specter
is haunting Ame
ri
ca,
the
s
pecter
of
pre-packaged
baked
goo
ds
.
All the
powers
of the
industry
h
ave
risen into an unholy alliance
to
protect this
specter
:
Dr
.
Ho
s
tess, Sir Nabisco,
Little
Debbie
,
the
Grear
General Mills, and the
french-radical
Frierboffer.
\'v'here is t
h
e
party
of oppositio
n
that
is n
o
t resortin
g
to poor quality
convenience
baked
goods?
\
'v'here i
s
the
opposition
that has ta
k
en
no interest in
the tempting
and
tasty
treats
produced by Big Busine
ss
Bak
e
r
s
i
n
an effort against
th
e ve
r
y s
ame c
o
mpanie
s?
Here are two facts to
consider wh
il
e
ponder
i
ng
t
h
ese
question
s
:
1)
Bi
g-
Business baked
goods
ar
e
alread
y
acknowled
ged
b
y
All-
r
\merican
and
E
uro-
pean Powers to be it
s
elf
a
Power
.
2)
It i
s
hig
h
time t
h
at Big
-
Bus
i
ness Bakers
should open
l
y,
in
the
face
of
the who
l
e
bakin
g
i
ndu
stry,
p
u
t dow
n
t
h
eir
s
patula
s,
r
e
linquish their
r
ecipes,
an
d
s
hut
down the
factor
i
es responsib
l
e
fo
r
s
uch poo
r
qua
li
ty
baked
goods
.
To this end, expert
baker
s
of various
nationalitie
s
ha
ve
a
sse
mbled
in
New
York
C
it
y,
a
n
d cooked up the following manife
sto,
to be published
for cooks
in
the Englis
h
,
F
r
e
nc
h
,
German,
I
talian,
Flemish
and
Danish
(
mmm
...
)
languages.
Big-Business Bakers
and
Pastry Chefs
The history
of
all
hitherto
existing pastry sotiety
is the
histo,y
of
all th
e
pastry
c
hefs' struggles
.
Throug
h
out
hi
s
tor
y
there
ha
s
existed a
n
inju
stice
:
f-reeman and
slave,
patrician
and
p
l
ebia
n
,
l
o
rd
and
se
rf;
gu
il
d
-master
and
journ
ey
ma
n
.
In
a word,
op
pre
ssor
and
opp
re
ssed,
stood
in
co
n
s
tant
op
po
s
i
tion
to
o
ne
another, carried on
an
un
i
n
terrup
ted, now hidden,
n
o
w
ope
n
fight,
a fi
g
ht
that
ea
ch time
ended either
in
a
rev
olutiona
r
y
r
econstitution
of
pastry soc
i
ety
at
l
a
r
ge (dete
rmin
e
d
l
argely
b
y food
fights),
o
r
in the
commo
n
ruin
of
the
co
ntendin
g
pa
s
tr
y
classes
.
In
tl1e
earlier
e
poch
s
of
histor
y,
we
find
a
l
most everywhere a compl
i
cated
arrange-
m
ent of ex
p
e
rt
ba
k
ers
int
o vario
u
s or
d
ers, a
manifold
g
rad
at
i
o
n
of soc
ial
baker's
rank.
In
A
n
cien
t R
o
m
e
we
had
cake
bak
ers, frosting
makers, and practic
i
n
g
pastry
patrician
s
. In
the
Th
e
M
osa
i
c
15
i\lidd
l
e
•
\
ges, feuda
l
chefs, dessert designers,
and bakers' serfs;
i
n
a
l
most
all
of
these classes,
aga
i
n,
subordinate gradations.
The
disco\·cry
of sugar
long
ago opened
up
a
new
ca
r
eer
i
n cookjng
(
namely
.
.
.
pascry
chefs
)
.
Soon,
with
rhe
market
eYer growing and
demand rising, handmade pastry
makers
cou
l
d no longer meet demands,
and
imfo·
i
dua
l
chefs
no longer
sufficed
.
Then, sream
and
mach
i
nery
re\·olution
i
zed pastry
production. The place
of
past
r
y manufactur
i
ng was
taken
by
the giant
modern
co
n
Yeniencc
13aked
Goods Companies
.
taking the
place
of
talented pastry c
h
efs.
Our epoch,
the
epoch of pastry chefs
,Yorldwide
.
possesses th
i
s
distincti\
·
e feature
:
\\
'
e create a
higher quality
of
baked
goods
.
Society
as a who
l
e is
more and more
splitting
into
two hostile
groups
:
T
hose who p
r
efer
qua
l
ity handmade pastr
i
es, and chose customers
drawn in by
creamy
fillings and
sugar coared
products.
T
h
e
modern Big-Business pastry
society
thar has
sprouted
from the ne,\·
fast-paced
.
\merican
culture has
done
away
with the
expe
ri
e
n
ced pas
tr:·
chef. It has.
i
n
fact. on
l
y
succeeded
in
establishing a surp
l
us bargain basement
baked goods
that flood
the market.
new "efficient"
ways
of
packaging, and low,
l
ow
prices in p
l
ace of trad
i
tional!:
·
higher
costing
pastr
i
es
(
namely .
.
.
ours
)
.
\\
"
e sec.
therefore, how rhe modern pastry chef\
social
position
on the bak
i
ng
food
chain has been lowered
due to new
modes of production and sales.
The Pastry
Chef's
disdain
to conceal
their \·iews
and
a
i
ms.
They open
l
y declare
that
their ends can
be attained
only
by the
forcible o,
·
crrhro,,
·
of all exi,c
i
ng bakery
giant compa-
nies. Let
13ig
-
l3usincss Baked
Goods Companies
tremble
at
the pastn·
chefs'
re\
·
o
l
urion
.
The
PasLry
Chefs
hm-c nothing
to
l
ose
but the
i
r
aprons.
P
a
st
ry
Chefs of the World, Unit
e
!
Dave Casar
el
l
a
16
Fall
2000
Untitled
I<irsten Doole
y
T
h
e
Mosaic
High on Wednesd
a
y
Pretensions of being productive
blown
to
smoke
in a thick pungent puff
of procrastination
and
self
-
indulg
e
nt priorities
.
Probabl
y
not a
good
idea
to
tackle this much
this
early
into the
game.
But it's the
third
quarter of
a
four
-
year
event
,
the
vendors
are low
on fast food
and running out of
change
-
to a
new level of political analysis,
the system evaluation of why
nothing
gets
done properly
as a result of the
aforementioned
pre
-
determined priorities that
are
naturally disposed
of
111
a
technologically
developing
society
that's
reverting to degrading
members of an inherently integrating
culture
of
McWorld.
One
dollar
menus that are
more affordable
to Bill
Gates and
the billionaire club
of Silicon Valley
while
Al
Gore
and George
W.
bicker about
who
wo
n
and
what
happened and
why
N
ader
got shifted
Lazio
got
the
shaft
and
Bill
Clinton got a blow
j
ob
in the
Oval Office
all
in the
35 second flashes
brought
t
o you by G.E. and Ronald Reagan
that
kept you
fixated
to visual stimuli
and subliminal
progra
m
s
that forced
yo
u to buy more
bu
y
low
sell
high
make
the deal
and stay
online.
RA
TS (paid for by
the
friends of
W.)
Chris Knutsden
1
7
18
Fa
ll
2000
Untitled
I<:irs tin
D
oo
l
ey
The Mosaic
19
R
e
fl
ec
ti
o
n
s
T
sat
uncomfortably
inside the car. The air was chilled and
my hands
were
numb
with
l
ack of use.
I hungrily
s
l
apped
them
together
without
effect and
made
small
circular motions with my
wrists
in
some sub
tl
e arrempt
to
gather
heat. I did not
l
ook
directly at
l\
[
elissa.
I wanted to just
sink
deeper
into
tl1e warm seat
I had
proclaimed as
my
own and
just
sit-back
and
enjoy
the ride.
Of course it was
not
particularly
enjoyable,
nor
was
it the
occas
i
on one expected fo
r
enjoyment.
"Think
there will
be a
l
ot of
people there?"
Melissa
huskily inquired.
Her eyes were focused on
the ice
-
encrusted window. The
constant rhythm
of
the car
bouncing on
interstate
84 made a s
l
ow,
natural theme to my
s
lumb
ered form. I
pretended
at
first not
to
hear her voice,
as
if
she had simply
spoken some
rhetorical jargon
aloud.
"Do you?" she
inquired, this
time stealing a g
l
ance
in my direction.
Her
h
azel eyes
were
filled
witl1
clever nonchalance
and
I
swore
that
a smile graced
her lips at
the edges
.
Quietly,
I readjusted myself in the
car seat and
proceeded to
s
t
are off
into the passenger
side
window:
Vague
l
y,
my
reflection came through
the
obscured surface and
I thought perhaps
fo
r
a
moment that I
cou
l
d have
been anyone
in
that seat
.
Anyone
.
"I think
there will be quite a few:
She
was well
l
oved,"
I
resigned.
"Good, I would
hate there to be no
one, o
r
little if anyone." ;\[elissa
ordained
with firmness
in
her jaw
tha
t
spo
k
e of years of solidity. She
was
sing
l
e
minded
in
her
pursuits and
that
attracted
me to
her,
even
if it was
only a
temporary ticket
to
passion.
"\Vhy should
i
t matter?"
I asked,
my
eyes still
vaguely
focused on
the
reflection
in the passenger
wi.ndow. Beyond it a
world
stretc
h
ed
out in quick heartbeats that
only
the highway could
produc
e
with
its impatient rhythm.
''Because
it would look bad if no
one s
h
owed." i\felissa
answered
with
that
voice of finality. The
end all statement of
the world that
she expected
would always be
h
ers even
in death.
I
could
see
her
penning the final lines to her will,
or
perhaps a
suic
id
e
note that
ec
h
oed on into etern
i
ty
for
all those
who
remained behind.
Very
pompous
of
her.
"Shouldn't judge
a book
by
its
cover" I
cleverly
grinned and
resumed my
detailed
inspection
of
the
b
lurr
ed face
in my reflect
i
o
n
.
"We
ll.
" i\felissa answered after
a brief pause.
"O
nl
y
the jea
l
ous
books
say
that." I
could
feel her
casting
me a
grin
.
She
not doubt had that
playful
look on her
face
and
a
m
oment
l
ater
I
felt her
warm
hand
pressed
against
my th
i
g
h.
She
playfully
squeezed
it
and gave it a sharp slap.
"Either
way,"
she
declared
in
that same
nonchalance,
"Either
wa
y
it'll be boring."
"\Vhat
more
can you expect
from
a
funeral?" I asked in that
same comatose
voice
.
l\fy eyes
shifting away
from the b
l
urred
reflection
to the
spinning
world
outside.
\'(that more
can you expect?
Jim
Revello
20
/
)
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I
{
Fall
2000
S
i
sters
E.
D
eT
r
ag
lia
\
Th
e
Mo
s
aic
.i>efT t>ersus .i>ea"en
l:fje piece of paper
tfjat
srices tfjrougfj l)our pure
ffesfj
Jln8 forces crimson
to
pour from l)our veins.
tfje
pain
tfjat
6egins
at
tfje 6ase of l)OUr skuff,
i:nvefops l)OUr 6rain,
Jln8 poun8s tfjrougfj l)OUr sinuses fike
a 6ase 8rum.
tfje nigfjtmares
tfjat
torture l)OU
U>fjen l)OU
are
aff afone
in
tfje 8ark.
l:fje fear an8 torment
tfjat
constantf
l'
contain
l)OUr tfjougfjts
U)orrl), stress,
an8 regret.
l:fje girf
tfjat
l)Our motfjer warne8 l)OU
a6out.
roe
ff.
l:fje 8own comforter
tfjat
keeps l)OU warm
.IDuring tfje cofS win
t
er nigfjts.
l:fje
gentfe fjan8
tfjat
sfowfl' wipes tfje
tears
®ff
l)OUr
cfjeeks.
tfje
r
augfjter
tfjat
rings
filie cr1>staf stemware
t:appe8 61> sff
verware.
l:fje innocent
new6orn
8eer
tfjat
struggf es
to stan8 on it's own
l)et
is 8etermine8 to 6e in8epen8ent.
tfje angef
tfjat
8escen8s ,
)l
miracfe from a6ove.
i?>eaven.
micfjeffe
§fesinslii
21
22
Fall
2000
Monosy
ll
abic Killer
The
man
on the roof
thought the
scene on
the
stree
t
cou
l
d
use some
more
sp
ic
e.
That
is why he
took out
his gun.
He
was
o
n
top of a
h
i
gh
p
e
rch
on
Oak
Street
i
n
Dah
l
,
Maine
.
Not
a loud
town
,
but
it
soon
will
be,
he thought.
The
man
too
k
out
hi
s scope,
th
e su
n
shone
i
ts
dul
l
gray
paint.
Br
a
nd new, h
e
th
oug
ht
,
thi
s
will be fun. I
ca
n
'
t
w
ait
for
the
cops a
nd
the
lights
-
they
will
get
the
i
rs, too.
The su
n
was
just at noon
-
High Noon
-
he
sa
id
in
h
i
s
h
ead
as he dreamt
of
Wild
Bi
ll
,
the dust
of
Dodge,
and
the
shoot
-
out a
t th
e old
bars.
There
w
ou
ld
be a few from the
street t
h
at would e
nd
up
in
a
pin
e
b
ox
b
y
the
en
d
of
the day.
H
e smiled as
h
e
pulled
out
his
gun.
W
h
ere
would the man
aim
first? He
co
uld
not choose-
th
e
r
e
were
a g
r
eat
d
ea
l
to
pick from.
T
h
ere
was
A
nn
Mintz,
the gir
l
on t
h
e street wi
d
1
h
er son,Jack -
fresh
fr
o
m
school.
Or,
t
h
e
r
e was
Merl
Ja
nk
s,
on
the
bench at the bus
stop
with a pint
of
warm beer
in
a
b
r
own
bag.
Snap, t
h
e scope
rang out loud
in
h
i
s ea
r
as
h
e saw
d1
eir end
dra
w
near.
S
h
oot!
I
am
o
ut
of
li
ve
fire!
I
sho
t
it all at
th
e
ran
ge.
Wa
i
t,
two duds -
Sh
it!
I
will
try
t
h
em ou
t
,"
he
sai
d
,
his
h
ate on
fire,
smoke
flew from h
i
s
mouth.
The man
se
t
the
g
un
tip o
n
the
wall and
Clic
k
, Clic
k.
Damn,
ba
c
k
to the
R
oom -
lunch break
i
s over
.
Scott Neville
lunaT
DTaped 1n Tegal Tobe
s
she boldly appToaches
lav1sh but
lovely
Blues, gTeens, and puTples
The Mo
s
aic
hngenng haTmomously
sw1Thng
dTeam1ly blend1ng, blurnng 1n the daTkness
Jn heT
eyes,
the waves of countless
ages:
lengthy voyages,
lud1uou
s
loveTs
gallant heToes-she has commanded them all
SpaTkhng 1n heT
sm
ll
e
,
eveTy female
fem1n1n1ty,
cTeatuTe,
natuTe
poweT, hfe,
eteTn1ty
Each s1lveT
b1TthmaTk
a sta1n
of punty, wondeTment
a
delectable accountab1hty
of
heT peTfect
chaos
Smooth, sahny,
and daTk
She sweeps
by
each eye
gTacefully
lendmg heT
celestial
hght
heT
sfrength
and
heT
d
epth.
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24
Fall
2000
Help
me.
I
cannot
leave
this
place
.
It traps
me
and forces
me to hide. Why
am
I here.
What
have I done.
Why
do they punish me.
My eyes,
they hurt me. I
see
only darkness.
It
blinds me. I
hear only silence.
I
am
deaf. I
smell only smoke
~
It burns me
inside. I
taste only
dust.
It
makes me
dry.
I
feel
only loneliness.
It isolates;
me.
I
am
not
dead
.
I am not
alive. I am trapped.
But there is something.
Help
me.
I can leave this place. I am tree
and
open
.
I
am
here. I have done nothing
and
everything.
They
punish
me but I do not
care. My eyes,
they
free
me. I
see only light
.
I
create
images. I hear
only
laughter. I
can
hear. I
smell only your
hair.
It
cools me inside
.
I taste only
sweetness
.
It
makes me content. I
feel only
l
ove.
It
befriends me. I am not dead. I
am not
alive
.
I am free.
Cavs
There was alwr,rys something about yo
u
That made me feel alive.
A light that I saw each time
You entered the room.
It was something that onfy you
And I knew; something onfy we
Could see. It was something
That will be ours forever.
Th
e
M
o
s
a
i
c
Reflechons
on
a
n Autumn Maple
Jn a comple
t
e world
,
the sohtary 1nd
1V
1dual falhng, fluttenng-
unnohced
-
But then Wmd
com
es
,
stnppmg
her naked
-
gale
gu
s
hng through th
e
whole,
sending part
s
,
feehngs
a
s
tray,
numbing the
complete,
rendenng t
he
mcomplete
1mpotent
-
And
then
Time
comes-At mght,
when
the
world
1s
too
asleep
to nohce,
the awake
world too hred to
care
-
Jn
the
Darkness,
even
then,
more
fragments change
the whole-
Then Rain
come
s
-
The
flower
s
and
the
fa
r
mers r
e
101ce
while Dav1d 1s
chiseled to a sk1pp1ng stone
and
Monet
1
s
a
single dot on a canvassed
landscape,
And
1f
you think a leaf
falhng
1s
lonehness,
you
should see my
bald1ng
head-
Scott Randall Thompson
25
2
6
F
a
l
l
2000
.
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I
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i
~,,..,
"'
.
,
•
,
~
- .,4r.
l)
l
er's Field
ning
to
the
band playing,
Beautiful people
all around,
Hippies dancing
and
sway
in
g,
rinking beer
and
la
y
in
g
on
th
e grou
nd
H
a
ppy
children playing in the
g
ra
ss,
Music flowin
g
through the
summer air
Smoke flowing
t
hr
ough
pipes
of glass,
Girls putting flowers in their
h
air.
On that peaceful
summer
night,
Everyone
ca
m
e
from miles
away,
Not
to hate, or judg
e, or
fight,
But to li
s
t
e
n to
the
mu
s
i
c
play.
Jo
e
Cann
e
relli
The Mo
s
aic
i
wa
n
t to
b
e
l
os
t in th
e wo
od
s
fo
ll
ow
in
g b
r
ea
d
c
rumb
s wi
th m
y swed
i
s
h
sister
esc
apin
g
th
e w
r
at
h
o
f a
w
ar
ty w
it
c
h
i
wa
nt t
o
be huffin
g a
nd puffin
g
bl
ow
in
g t
h
e
h
o
u
ses
of ho
gs away
bri
c
k
s w
ill
s
t
op
m
y s
up
e
r-br
ea
th
i
wa
n
t to
b
e
climbin
g the
b
ea
n
s
t
a
l
r
esc
uin
g
th
e
h
eave
nl
y
h
a
rp
runnin
g o
n cl
o
ud
s
fr
o
m
a greedy g
i
a
nt
i wa
nt
to be
a
ll th
ose
thin
gs
b
ut i
n
s
te
a
d i
'm
ju
st
J
ac
k
,
wo
rkin
g
for
:"'ate
r i
c
an
'
t li
ve w
ilaPut
a
l
ways
runnm
g o
ut
J
f
·
t
u
mblin
g
t
owa
rd
s
th
e
b
o
ttom
o
nl
y to wo
rk m
y way t
o
the w
ell
~ce aga
in
,
.
"
J
im
Mc
Gr
a
th
J
27
,
28
Fall
20
00
Untitl
e
d
I
(e
ll
y
Meag
h
e
r
The Mosaic
Jl
'Vision for Carlos
On a
crisp
July
nigfit
(mucfi cooler tfian
usuaQ I
saw a
mot/i's
sfiacfow
:flying
in front of my porcfi
{igfit ffic/(_ering
I paicf no mine£. It was just nigfit.
Jfe
Ii.it
my 6ack., I tfiougfit of notfiing,
just
reciting poetry
softly to
myse[j
I fiearcf tfie motfi tfien speaf;jng
'To
me?
%.e
wings
wfiippecf, rapping up ancf clown {oucfer ancf
faster
ancf
loucfer
Jfe was
angel wfiite fie
circlecf
my fieacf.
.
.
fie fiacf me.
'l(fi!Jtfimic wing j[aps as fie macfe trips
from
my
eyes
to 6ac(
.
. I cou{cfn't quite mafy it out
Jfe
sat
ne;'(_t to my ear Ii.overing
flapping
J
{oof<:!cf straigfit afieacf.
'I1ien I fiearcf fiim .
.7wcf
I
{is
tenecf.
I
cannot repeat wfiat
fie toM me I promisecf fiim
'But I {oo/(_ecf up ancf
saw
..
.
I
saw
tfirougfi
everything
ancf saw more tfian
everytfiing
%.e
ricfi
am6er fiue of tfie fiem{oc/(_
%.e
racfiant glow of tfie maple
'Ifie stars streaf<:.jnggo{c[ tfiey were moving 6ut tfiey
weren't
I
saw
tfie uncfer6elly
of
a jet as it passecf overfieaa
I
felt tfie
engine in my cfiest
I
felt it's Ii.eat on my forefieatf
Smofy
tfrippetf tfown my tfiroat ana
continue{
011
to my lungs in one clear heavy 6reatfi
%.e
6est 6reatfi I'd ever
ta/(_en.
It refresfied me
.
'Ifie 6ats moths j{ies just sitting tfiere in
en{igfiteneajoy
in miaair.
'Ifie trees aimmetf against tfie cfiarcoa{ fieaven tfiey no longer 6umetf
Just a
secontf
ago tfiey were il{uminecf. One
eternal
secotuf ago
.
Landan (jross
29
30
I am not yours
You broke your promise
You broke your word
F
all 20
0
0
You broke my heart for the last hme
Brok
e
n glass
and
broken hearts
Broken clouds
and
broken dreams
T
dreamt the day would come
T
dreamt
If
you were not there
After
sleep
le
ss
mghts,
T
could
not dream
Streaming glens
and streaming
t
e
ar
s
Streammg floods
and
s
treaming
pain
You never gave me the freedom
You
never gave me the pleasure of being nght
You never were there for me anyway
Bursts of flames
and
bursts of rage
Bursts of
stars and
burst
s
of rain
Didn't take us
long
to go our
separate
w
ays
Didn't take you
long
to
mov
e
on
Didn't take me long to reahze
Rays of sun and Tays of hope
Rays of hght and rays of peace
You aren't the one for me anymore
You aren't mine
And
T
am not
yours
.
Mana
Schiano
The
M
osaic
31
Thought
T
h
e Thought sprung our and carried
-
The
T
hinker
a
l
ways was
-
The Rubber
Band
of T
i
me
s
nap
s
back
and
echoes now in
Us
-
A Sonic output
for all Time
A Symbol crash.u1g
A
Starter's pistol
A
Thought
before
The Thoug
ht
-
32
I
w
'
,
j
.,
Fall 2000
mp
neeS for pou
Is red~fess
It mangfes
me
.like
car
crasfjes
-pour goo6nigfjt ca!fs
,
t:fjings to 6epen6 on
t:fje constant wa1'
-pou gfoe 1'0urseff to me
Again an6 again
makes cfjaos insi6e
me
1
60 not want to see 1'0U
1 nee6
to see 1'0U
'to f"tsten to 1'0Ur 'QOtce
t:o 6e
in
1'0Ur
arms
1
see tfje cfjaos reffecte6
In 1'0Ur e1'es
It couf6 6e anotfjer
5afse af
ann
Anotf)er sei'~ure comes,
A
5a1' gone
61'
mitfjout 1'0ur so~ --ooice
Against
tfje pfjone,
t:f)en 1'0U come
,
As
af
wa1's witf) awakening wor6s
A
smiltng tone
1
am
no fonger sane
,
-pou soun6 sa6,
I'm tearing
up
tfje mifes
Of wire 6etween us
Untif 1'ou are
i
n
m1'
arms
.latef1' I'--oe forgotten
t:o 6reatfje
-
t:fjis is new .
.laura:R,01'
Th
e
M
osaic
~u{es for Living
'Eat each
moment up frke it is a ripe peach
just pfucked
from
i
ts tree. Let the juice trickje doWn your
chin
and savor
every
6ite. S{urp it up
frke your mother never toftf you it was rude'
Listen with
the
inten
sity
and passion
that
is
found in the cofors of autumn's {eaves
at the peak
of
theft season. Jlffow the reds to deafen you,
the greens to soothe you,
and the oranges cheer you.
'Touch other peop{e
'
s [ives as
1f
you are a 6a6y
discovering every
te;r__tur
e
for the first time.
'Be hurt 6y
tlie
peop{e who w
i
ff
prickyou
frke a thom,
6e comforted 6y tfie peopfe wfio wif{ caress you frke a
co
tt
on
sfieet,
and 6e amazed 6y tlie peop{e wlio make you
feef
frke you liave never feft 6efore.
See more tlian what is actuaffy visi6{e.
Look 6eyond tlie
s
uiface and
view wliat's
inside
6ecause the wrapping paper may 6e pretty
6ut
it's
wliat's
inside
tlie
Christmas
present tfiat
counts.
Smeff
the
peif
um
e
of fije.
:from
the roasted cfiestnuts
outside St. Patr
i
ck's
Catfiedra{
to tfie cofogne
on your crusfi's neck, [et
it aff
Jiff your fungs
frke
it
'
s tfie mouth to moutfi resuscitation
you need to frve.
Micheffe Sfesinski
33
34
1i>osts
of sfja5es 5e"our
l:fje
serenitl' of
compfacence
1/turturing serf
,
containe5 quests
fo
r
a
5icfjotoml' of rife
:)Oatterns of stre
n
gtfj an5 weakness
U)o"en in great 5etaff aroun5
l:fje
el'es
of
a
su~foor wfjo
11:Jings 5esperaterl'
to
tfjat
fast
~it
of
e5ge
tfjat
separates
fjim
from
1i>is
own mo
r
tafi
t
l'
tan l'OU
see fjim?
t
an l'OU feer fjis acfjes?
Fall
2000
t
an l'OU .6reatfje fjis anxietl'
in
l'Our r
u
ngs?
U>fjat
60 l'OU see
..
.
?
1
see
a
man wfjo fjas retreate5
Un5er
a
tree to sfjier5 fjimserf from
l:fje sun
an5
1i>as
.6egun to faff asreep wfjff e
Rea5ing
a
.6ook.
WiITTam 1i>.
Jt>ougfj
l
a
zy W
a
ltz
en
Tnnl<l
e
t
s s
hppmg
s
lowly,
flowmg from the aby
ss
abov
e:
Dropl
e
t
s
dnbbhng from th
e
gr
e
y
Point
s a
nd pie
c
e
s
pe
e
hng, swnhng
fJa1hng from the mi
s
ty
s
mog,
Wmdy gu
s
t
s
d
a
n
ce
w
i
th the wat
e
ry ang
els
hghtly l
ea
dmg,
ca
rrymg
, s
pmnmg dr
o
plet
s
1n a clu
s
t
e
ry
s
piral:
loo
se
branch
e
s, hugg
e
d by fnghtened,
c
run
c
hy greens and brown
s
, and
forgetful p
a
rtner
s
b
e
g to
c
ut 1n
to mix with th
e
d
r
oopmg spittl
e
and waltz lazily to the hm
s
h.
P
.
T
ara
nt
e
ll
o
The Mo
saic
Dehydrated Sunbaker
Scott Ne
vill
e
35
3
6
F
a
ll 2000
'Tong
I k_issea you
unier
tlie
Pa[e, [igfit of tlie [amppost, sliining
'IJown
on untouclia6[e,
soufs
I
e;cfia[e,a sfow[y ani a sma[[ stream of
Smof;_e utterea a Jina[ gooi-6ye
Jl.s
we [ay [augliing
I
fook_ea
to
'Ifie
stars ani
cliantei
your name
In
tliat liaunting
tone
Sirens singing for you
,
to
your
on[y you
'But my song iii
not
reacli you
On
tliat
liot
night
on a [ong ana winiing
Jiigfiway
Sometimes
I
sti{{ sing to you ani I
'.Fee[ your
toucli
as every liair
On my neck_ stanis erect, sa[uting
,Your
unseen
presence
,You are now tfie [eaf tfiat suiien[y
Starts
to
lance in a soft 6reeze, hawing me
'J{g,ar to you
,
creating the smi[e I k_now you
JI.re searching for.
'l(ef[y
'Jvf
eaglier
T
he Mosa
i
c
Mrs. 'Beatufmore
Sfie was ovenfressea for lier station
.
(jfittering
pearfs of ivor!J [i.gfit were pourea across lier ned:J
i
R! sma[[ rainarops
.
J-ier fiat was an overf!J [arge piece of awfu[ wonaer ana stupe
n
aous g[amour
.
Sfie sat impatientf!J
u
pon lier mi.gfity, we[[
-
enaowea
cliair fasfiionea i
n
tfie
'E)(_travagant,
overa6unaa
n
t form of lier fio[[owea fius6ana
.
J-ier soft, moonfit
features were g[owing in sinfu
[
raaiance of t
r
ue 6eauty. J-ier cliin was raisea in
efegance ana
lier
auteous, sacrea posture was one of uninfii6itea 6[untness.
'Ifie
paupers 6efore lier procfa
im
ea it a wonarous
sto':}
of rags
t
o r
i
cfies, of a
sing[e 6eing 6e
a
ting 6ad: .. tfie grim
:
vio[ent, a
n
a u[tima tef!J
U
ltSaVO':J oaas.
Sfie cast a wfio[e new [i.gfit on tlie pompous worfa slie fiaa mistak._enf!J
i
nfieritea.
Ji
m
'l(pvef[o
Da
r
k and
c
ool
w
e
lay ben
ea
th th
e s
af
e
ty of th
e s
h
ee
t
s
Fa
c
etofac
e,e
y
es
lo
c
ked
Your k1
ss
mak
es
m
e
w
e
ak
Your touch
se
nd
s
my h
ea
d
1
nto
a s
p1n
l f
ee
l h
ea
vy, m
o
v1ng 1n slow mohon
Ey
e
s clos
e
d
,
look1ng
a
t you w1th my
h
a
nd
s
Your warm br
ea
th ti
c
kles my n
ec
k
hk
e a
b
r
e
e
z
e
1n Jun
e
Sk1n to
s
k1n
N
e
v
e
r k
n
ow
1
ng wh
e
r
e
l
s
top
a
nd you
b
e
gm
Your wh1
s
p
er
s
so
ftly
ec
h
o
through my
s
oul
Wrapp
e
d 1n your
a
rm
s
l m
e
lt
as
l f
ee
l th
e
way you lov
e
m
e
N1
cole
R
e
1Z1
a
n
37
3
8
F
a
ll
2000
LOVE LOST
life 1s empty. Mountains dwindle. Important b
e
com
e
s fnvolous.
The
sun 1
s
exhngu1shed.
The
s
tar
s
no long
e
r twinkle
.
I
am alon
e
1n
a c
rowd
e
d world.
Respons1b1hhes
shp away
.
Th
e
darknes
s
reache
s
into
my
s
oul
.
l
ce
a
s
e to funchon
.
ls
she
s
o
important? Why
am
I
s
o dev
a
stated? Can l not go on without
h
e
r? Sh
e
1
s
dead but
sh
e
hves. We
are separat
e
d by
a
n eternity but w
e
ar
e
only in
c
he
s a
p
a
rt.
My
longing 1nten
s
1hes
with each
pa
s
sing
s
e
c
ond. Sh
e
1
s e
veryplac
e
I
turn except with
m
e
.
Does sh
e
know I love her?
Can
I mak
e
h
e
r
understand?
love 1s
painful
and hat
e
lurks
in
the shadow
s
.lam afraid.
I
fear
I
can't go on.
I
am an empty
s
hell
.
Only
s
h
e
ca
n heal my wounds.
Anonymou
s
LOVE FOUND
love found 1
s e
x
o
ting, fnght
e
ning,
fulhlhng. The
hrst
s
tep
1
s
h
es
itating
.
C
a
n
s
h
e
love me? ReJ
e
chon
1
s
bitter. She doe
s
lov
e
m
e
!
My
sp1nt soar
s
. Can 1t be?
Sh
e
under
s
t
a
nds, probes,
c
hall
e
nges. We grow in each other
.
Another m
e
,
s
l
ee
ping within, shrs strugghng to be born. Sh
e
1
s
th
e
fath
e
r.
Fear and guilt mingle w
ith
th
e
J
oy.
C
a
n 1t be?
Th
e
bitt
e
r
a
nd
th
e sw
eet. The
d
e
pre
ss
ion and the exh1larahon. Th
e
sahsfachon and the fru
s
tr
a
hon
.
W
e a
re
c
onstantly torn, npp
e
d
a
sund
e
r.
Th
e
p
a
thw
a
y looks hopel
ess
. Th
e
Journey
c
annot be succe
ss
ful
.
The enemy 1
s
eve
rywh
e
r
e
, 1ns1de and out. lov
e
1
s s
trong.
It
will
s
urv
i
v
e
.
W
e
will not yi
e
ld.
Anonymou
s
mas
ijington'
s torp~e
"tfjq> fja6 U)asfjington's no6fe frame
-€normous
in
stature
6efore tfjem
The Mosaic
On
a
6f ack6oar6
fike
quantum mecfjanics
"tinkering
witfj fjis ps-rcfje
making rationaf
ju6gments
Agnostic
"tfjeir
formufas concocte6
¥)atientf-r
fjo"ering
'A6o"e tfje
centrifuge spinning
Witfj
ma6ison grinning
"tfje
spirit of $eorge
"turning o"er
an6
o"er
In tfjeir min6s tfje
6ecision
UnetfjicafT-r sanctifie6
§cience
pre"aifing
In
sifence
-€xcept
for tfje fjum6fing fjum
Of inexora6f e tum6fing
ffi.e"in
-
£,er6ert
,,
Jlnge[' s 'Tears
I
can
see
a
tfream
6efore
me tum to a nigfitmare
filntf
tfien tfiere
was
gou
'Turning mg [ife upsitfe tfown
it
is true
'J{g,ver seeing
gou again gives me fear
I
was ignorant of gour q_istence
'Inen
gou awaf<:..enetf mg fieart
'Wfien
I
no [anger see gou it fiurts fif<:._e a tfart
Just gour wave can ma~ mg fieart tfance
'Tfiis ange[
I
tfrew for
fiopes to
gou
I
give
'But no you're not arouna
Jf
urting
from
tfie
sifent
sauna
39
'Wfien witfi
!JOU
I
get
wfiat my fieart neeas to five
Jolin ,Youf<:..er
40
Fa
ll
2000
You
On., 6ut you aon't
seem
to u,uferstana
'Even for one
wfw
seemea such.
an honest man
'But I a
m
faftering I am
fofaing
I am
famng
Into you
I am
scare!
now I am
scratcfiing
I am seetfiing
JI{{
for
you
.
'J{pw lfo !JOU th.ink__ tfi.at !JOU
canfinlf
your
way
'Back.into
gwry
of tfie ligfit of
aay
'J{pw
I want never I want neitfier I
want
notfiing
'To ao
witfi
you
I
want colaness
I
want
teasing I
want capturing
'B!J
!JOU
.
Ofi, r/on
't
you tfiink_you /<;[,ow 6y now
I
can tel{
it 6y
your
fia{{ower/ 6row
Jina
I fiave
waiter/
I nave
wastetf
I
fiave witfieretf
Jlwayfor
you
I
fiave lingerer!
I
Ii.ave lost
it I have
left it
JI{{
for you.
Alphabet Soup
A
bercrombie
B
o
y
s
C
all
D
uring
E
vening
F
or
G
r
eat
H
a
pp
iness
.
In
s
t
ead,
J
oyfu
l
live
Killin
g
L
ove's
M
etaphors.
N
ever
O
ver
P
raising.
Q
uestioning
R
easons
.
S
educ
in
g,
T
eas
in
g,
U
sing
.
V
ile!
Wh
y?
X
plain
Y
ourse
lf
-
Z
ac
ha
r
y
!
Michelle S
l
esinski
The
M
osaic
41
SQU
I
RREL
REBECCA
URCIUOLO
Pohhcal Asylum
01th dong dop
I ama mop
Excuse my 1ncons1st
e
noes
Whip wh
a
p whud
The bomb was a dud
The v11l
a
1n's plans w
e
T
e
foiled
The heToes
s
av
e
d th
e
day
again
feeh fo
Thi
s
guy ha
s
got to go
H
e
doe
s
n't wash his hands
lips aTe b
e
ing mov
e
d
All aTe b
e
ing fooled
J1mM
c
GTath
42
F
a
ll
2000
Two Hits
C
h
ill
slides 'cross the shoulders
and
u
p
the
nec
k
after comi
n
g
a
l
o
n
g
the
spine.
I thin
k
I came c
l
ose
t
o
d
eath
from
o
n
ly two h
i
ts.
That would e
x
p
l
ain why
I
cou
ld
n't
keep my
eyes
ope
n
on
t
he tra
in.
Dream without
slee
p
w
i
t
h
o
u
t the a
b
i
li
ty to act i
n
my own
scr
i
pt.
I almost misse
d
my
stop
.
I\
[
ore
t
h
a
n
five
h
o
ur
s
lat
e
r
and
still
n
ot
clear,
s
low
sleepwal
k
wit
h
dragging fee
t
and my arms
sway
of
fb
eat, lac
k
i
n
g
r
hyt
h
m
and droop
h
eav
il
y
u
nd
er
the
gravity
of
just two hits
.
Staying
awake thro
u
gh
a
se
l
f conversation
o
n
paper
and
just as t
h
e
li
n
e of
a
li
fetime comes along,
i
t
dod
ges
back as m
y
hand
reache
s
out and
my fingers
clench
clumsil
y
on
this pen
.
So
I
ramble
on
hop
i
ng t
h
a
t
it come
s
back
but it'
s
been beaten from m
y
memory
b
y
j
ust
two
h
i
ts
.
C
h
ri
s
K
n
udcsen
I
nt
er
naJ
to
nf
fic
t
I
.i>
J\'t-{:
tfje e-x>ening sunset
,
2,ecause
nigfjt
is
a.6out
to
6esc
e
n6
,
.§ome peopfe rook forwar6
to
tomorrow
,
2,u
t
I know tfja
t
tonigfjt wiff
ne-oer
e
n6.
Joe
tannerem
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