Monday’s way ~ Ren

My old country swears and disappears
as the lips that bugger the sails
have no voice beyond the shadows of my sweat
where it passes down the limb
and rain
unlike water
more like showers
more like chimera
within rocks
and day.


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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