Tree-lighted!

Tree-lighted!

How will the legend of the age of trees Feel, when the last tree falls in England? When the concrete spreads and the town conquers The country’s heart; when contraceptive Tarmac’s laid where farm has faded, Tramline flows where slept a hamlet, And shop-fronts, blazing...
You’re Welcome

You’re Welcome

You’re welcome until you’re homeless. Until you’re drugged up, or drug dealing. Welcome until you’re angry, or angsty, or anything other than sane….   Welcome until it’s harder to let you in than keep you out. Until the...

A no-where Person

There is no-where in you, a paradise that is no-place and there you do not enter, except without a story. To enter there is to become unnameable. Whoever is there is homeless for he has no door, no identity with which to go out and to come in.   Whoever is...