WREATH OF SONNETS (Vlanes Poems)
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Vlanes Poems on Mind (3 Poems)
NO ONE EVER COMES (Vlanes Poems)
Eupatius thought: "Give him a thousand horses, a thousand bridles of eloquent gold. Wash his feet, feed him well, show ...
SONNETS TO EUROPA (Vlanes Poems)
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...