Poet, and now editor, Stark Hunter returns with his tenth poetic enterprise, Monster Trees; this time showcasing the obscure poetry of unknown poetauteur, Harry Pim. Born in 1913 in Wigan, England, Harry Pim spent decades riding the Canadian rails as a fireman. On the side, however, this indefatigable, and still living artist, has produced a trove of obscure but fascinating poetry. At age 107 and still counting, Pim has, it seems, broken all records for longevity and madness. His secret? According to Pim, a terrible diet of greasy fast-foods, a daily imbibing of his home-made, black syrupy beer (even thicker than Turkish coffee), and his ever-smoking briar pipe filled with sativa bud, are the reasons he has not yet said hello to, as T. S. Eliot once described him, 'the Eternal Footman.'