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  • keen

    i walk the mist swathed whenua into light captured spiderwebs lakeside swans poke their arses in the air to remind me of what has been stripped bare   homeless people sleep near the… Read more

  • waterfall

    unobscured mists met the junction of my skin lovingly constriction becalmed   a waterfall-salve of rivulets ran thick with purpose and the promise of you (Picture taken at McLean Falls, Southland, Aotearoa)       Read more

  • Flash Fiction

    Kia ora WordPress whānau, Reflex Fiction have published a flash fiction story of mine today http://www.reflexfiction.com/ladybird-by-iona-winter/ While it didn’t make their long-list, the lovely peeps at Reflex liked it enough to… Read more

  • moth-wing

    I listen to moth-wings beat against paned glass while rain taps the iron roof and stars are extinguished for the night i recount my deepest fear that i would drown and leave you bereft i remember… Read more

  • Starlings

    A murmuration of starlings forage over seed cakes I’ve hung from the tree. Late winter hunger, urgent and competitive. Sleet has also flown in. I recall how she slid from… Read more

  • Narcissus

    Spring flowers. And those who speak in swathes—almost entirely about themselves. Scented-sweet, until their dripping sap prickles at my skin and feels ugly. Envy marks me, before I am cast adrift. For I cannot reinforce their purported-truth-precipices. Lost reflections,… Read more

  • #amwriting

    It takes gumption to write. AND keep on writing.  Ten days ago I was long listed for the Bath Flash Fiction Award. One of fifty chosen from over 700 entries. Un-be-freakin-lievable! The story will be… Read more

  • breeze

    in the city flags hang limp waiting for the breeze to perform fire escape stairwells rust while refuse expands in black plastic dysmorphic bodies move and i cannot catch my breath but at home… Read more

  • fall

    iridescent feathers lift from tiny nests and twirl earthwards another season leaves have begun their descent and I wonder where you are   I cannot shape you from the soil but wish it was possible we… Read more

  • intuit

    listen to quiet in the rustle of leaves and ferocious applause from the seventh wave see beauty in harakeke choked by convolvulus and respect the latticework of a bruise smell… Read more