The spell doesn’t change
it just dances around the coins
the pennies boom with bronze and sun;
no sin for a lap dog with teeth
travel for sometime, then exchange in the Balkans.

Whatever walks back through Bulgarian time
are never the same legs that take it there;
green rock hammer landscapes
warm the air
with its bugs, its song, and road.


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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