all who wander are lost in some
scape – land of mind, body;
until moon sings to sun of the last
vine of being: weaves forth
the stardust of all folks into unparalleled
pulse, blood unburdened: tangled
along the curve of earth’s spine.
by Renee Hamlin
Renee Hamlin is a student transferring to the University of California, Riverside in fall 2012 to study Creative Writing. In spring 2012, she took a literary magazine course, which published the 2012 issue of the Suisun Valley Review, and was humbled by the tiny, tiny taste of the editor’s world that it gave her.
