The gravity of the chimera ~ Ren

The magnetic drift that wraps your arse in shadow
moves beyond the fools and carnage
where the moon’s crucifix
blows my week of cheers and taps into the slaps
and waltzes of space
where they just matter less
and less.


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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