SAMPLES
Special Thanks
Wisteria Lane
In the morning-she was subtle and sweet.
A pastel beauty-bright eyed and docile.
But at night-she came alive.
A regular scarlet dream.
Oh, She was wild.
But at least she was free.
By Samantha Avery
Mãe
I know you ask me
Where are you now
When in fact
You're asking me when I'm coming home
But I can't
I'm trying to make more
From all that you gave up for me
Or maybe I'm running away from
Becoming too much like you.
By Amanda Caterina Leong
Unison
a flower opens
petal by petal
no petal is
first or last
each
as important as the other
in making the bloom
complete
By Donna Marie Beck