Silence talks without writing;
reality eats the lightening
the water that flows from frenzy itself
replies to the distance, ancient kiss in red soils mercy

Whilst in theatre the snakes have shifted,
by the touch of the charmers falling head;
woken by the thunder shattering darkness,
woken by the light riding dunes

His pets rattle, reminding him his basket:


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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