You shot the doves of peace pretending  they had been U.F.O.s as if you needed a reason to heavy, thick crimson raining on my parade while I'm walking the crowded streets dead butterflies in my wake the air is full of dust and you said, don't you worry heaven has got a place for you … Continue reading #8


within green veins

  We have been under attack gently growing back our pools and lakes, giving birth to habitats for the old and the new to find shelter between our roots and branches Under our crowns, on our trunks within our stems, without our bark a disease is growing and it is not the axes that cut … Continue reading within green veins