More than a grace

My last neighbour has at least one cat
some grey-white moggy type, black thing
his hair
-a reversed licking call of slow song
easy ‘bad I don’t know my arse unless I lick it’
type stare this inifinitum of moxie has looking at me;

Damn strange creatures that we are
it takes the even stranger ones
to take us back before nocterna
it was yesturday I saw you
it was that dream I see.


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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