FIRST LETTER (Vlanes Poems)
We crossed to the other side, the burgee of the boat ceased flapping and lagged behind like a dead wing. ...
We crossed to the other side, the burgee of the boat ceased flapping and lagged behind like a dead wing. ...
Troubled slumbering of things, the curtain blown aside by the gush of the salty wind, the advent of the tide ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
Today your things depart. Your faience cup fell off the table at sunrise and cracked. Your old grey dog did ...
The air heaving like a wounded fish, breathing through its purplish sandy gills, letting in the salty gale, fluttering its ...
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