I wonder what my dog wonders. I return
to the devastation of a park, and know that it is this,
where I met you.

You know that your phone is being
updated. To dream in the park considering night, where
the throats of the grass need no song.

I watch an ugly film with a friend and speak
about our relationships. I cannot cry
except where we start to imagine

It all has a ‘chance’


is Raoul Moat in a boat. His first words were ‘Newky Brown’. As well as being our most prolific writer, René also creates graphic art, paintings and screenplays.

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