Cancer A tenant has moved in and doesn’t pay the rent, in fact it’s him I pay but not with my consent. He’s no respect for property or me. Now I hold the rail on steps, sit down, chase sleep, forget, count in and out my breaths. Everything’s assessed in hope that food, exercise and rest, a practiced peaceful mind, is not too late to drive this evil tenant out. He’s not the sort of boarder any landlord wants to sign for such a time. Nana Ollerenshaw     At the Bird Bath Lorikeets, a conflagration orange-winged and purple-barred descend…