Iona Winter

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  • I’m going to Edinburgh

    Mōrena WordPress Whānau, (Morning WordPress Family), That’s right. I’m going to Edinburgh to present and participate in the ‘Unbound’ finale event at the Edinburgh International Book Festival in August. How amazing!… Read more

  • reminder

    i’d forgotten there could be security in a single bed tucked up, flannel sheets, hot-water-bottle-sweaty-warmth seeping through me sometimes we don’t realise how far we’ve come until a friend reminds us that we are safe these days tucked up… Read more

  • limits

    most days i witness stories of horror from those who survive it i avoid the media because i have limits so when you ask have i heard about such and such and my… Read more

  • te reo māori

    i’m grateful i was taught te reo māori as a kid and had my bum kicked figuratively if i got pronunciation wrong we take our shoes off so we don’t trek any tiko inside ngā whare metaphorically i… Read more

  • #HappyPubDay

    I’m stoked (kiwi-speak for: over the moon, delighted, gobsmacked, etc) to report that today another short story of mine has been published, hence the hashtag above. Issue One of Halo… Read more

  • pirate

    change greets me with filtered light and different shadows the only constant   i dreamt you whispered about lost loves and pirate-like your gold earring stroked my cheek   change light as gentle rain and seasonal birdsong the only… Read more

  • years ago

    i remember honeyed breath on my face limbs spread-eagled in bed and your first word ‘star’ laughter when the dog chased water from the hose and your tears when she died that was years ago and… Read more

  • as i feel more comfortable  with my own identity it makes space to meet yours   i walk at night alone with the essence of you beside me attuned to silence   as… Read more

  • lean

    on the last day she leaned into me   i captured the impact a weightless fall of loosened limbs   and the blessed embrace of words that lay forever unspoken between us   Read more

  • throat

    without sound tight throated last in the line of women no others   i mourn losses you them gaps created like deep chasms   i know a thing or two about sadness Read more