This old seat
this old merchant drunk in banks made of rusting wood
this gold skin woven by time
she cannot miss a god
he cannot miss a goddess
only the myth of islands
not moved by the winds of street.


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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