As the room explodes ~ Ren

Your head is beside mine in the avalanche
and i have no way of turning our limbs
unless we embrace
and engulf the room

As our days have become combatant and
our dives down together free
our bones in the myriad lakes
and random sighs

Where the rocks of no more
or the scented showers of your back
when it’s a bad day

Our limbs reach out and ricochet
reach out and dive throughout all seasons and
know that the weather was afraid
of us.


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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