Iona Winter

Category: grief

  • a new poem…

    The wonderful poet Gail Ingram of Ōtautahi Christchurch, has a new poem of mine I count chimneys up on her (virtual) fridge this week. I’m infinitely grateful for my ability to write, even when dealing with overwhelming emotions such as grief and love. I count chimneys speaks to one of several…

  • 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