sacred datura is in full summer spectacle –
I dont know whether I can pick up the thread of the blogging sphere again but dear Ella chirps in my ear at times and says nothing ventured nothing gained -yeah well thanks mum never short of a homily that woman – you would think she had better things to do than flap around my ear like being born again or in some other part of the universe or whatever .

pespectives change focus shifts and we are called to do be something else for a time – in truth we are not a fixed commodity – we are formless -well try wearing that and see how it goes .
many stories to tell of life at the faerie embassy which is once again looking beautiful bushy and birdy.
5 years it has been since the fire took us to black ash – 5 years since murray dad father pappap left to wonder off into his future . in that time I have been writing poetry, published one collaborative anthology with 6 other poets and working on a second book with a fellow artist /poet .

Poem for dad

gazing over Raglan beach  Dad dozes in the car  on a left hand break  

surfers in sleek wet suits disappear inside mountains of foam emerging in victory 

salute on the other side    waves batter away at cliff    liquorice straps of kelp 

tangle ankles   from the arctic hungry mutton birds fly in  collapse on black sand 

skeletal remains   food for kings they say but who can stand the smell   

too much pakeha in my blood   take it outside we scream   after hours of 

obnoxious fumes   some like a challenge   not dad   he went to bed   not a day 

goes by   that I do not mourn   this heart built for joy and sorrow  

unequal in measure

Murray Richmond Taylor

1927-2020