Category: Aotearoa
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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 publish it anyway. Happy reading, Iona 🙂
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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 galaxies familiar as my freckled skin the dust of which has shaped us i listen to moth-wings beat …
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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 between my thighs. Emerging out of fertile depths into sterile light—a brush of moth wings on my face in the darkness. We…
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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, too fathomless to acquiesce. Spring flowers.
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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 the wind will rip meat from my bones lifting my gaze from the interior the birds will huddle i realise i’ve always been the one…
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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 all need to be anchored to something the sound of you has taken shape in my mouth moth-wing-beat against paned glass…
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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 the sweetness of rotten fruit beneath trees and tī kōuka flowers at night taste the depth of freshly turned earth and the…
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Published
Kia ora WordPress whānau, Today I’ve had a short story published in The Island Review. This story was submitted before I travelled to Edinburgh (from Aotearoa, New Zealand) to read at the International Book Festival last year. It’s wonderful to have ‘Karanga’, as read in Charlotte Square Gardens, published in Scotland (where…
Iona Winter 