tell-tale timber songs escape well pressed lips you learned to play the bridge by ear for the morning crowd & the church mice scampering smugly savouring crumbs under your feet 2014-Rene
they wrote of bluebirds and British cartography holding back their tongues they knew each other by the smooth stroke of their pens never touching hands they kept talk of love in the silence of their hearts their voices, their sighs never meeting air 2013-Rene For Magpie Tales