My childhood home.I returned this month for several weeks to my roots in the deep north of Aotearoa / New Zealand visiting childhood memories and re-establishing contact with relatives I have not seen for over forty years.

 

 

 

 


sanctuary light
my shadow settles back
into itself
noumenal night . . .
a new moon obsesses
all over me
grave matter –
echoes of Prague
thunder by
Bastille Day –
a storm front blasts in
from Antarctica
changeling child
true blood of my blood
full of night