Iona Winter

    Category: reflection

    • vital

      infinite time to reflect on vital things sentient and alive as the sun carves beneath my skin and mandarin segments linger on my tongue, to the tune of childhood lunch-boxes i am like a blackbird lingering at an empty water trough with the promise of being satiated, desire imprinted upon…

    • 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 bubbling springs at night but come morning are moved on—make way for the tourists, this is not your home  …

    • 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    …

    • an opinion piece

      Yes, yes, slacker alert blog-wise! It’s been a bonkers fortnight, with little time for anything other than work and sleep, and the odd chat with the chooks. Zero writing accomplished, but there’s always tomorrow. Yesterday I got home early from work (for a change), made a cuppa and looked through my social media links.…

    • Fallen Idols

      Several famous people have left this landscape of late. Where they are headed, only they can know. Perhaps for some they are fallen idols – not to be confused with idylls or ideals. Idols are just that – idols. They’re not gods or goddesses, they live, breathe and pooh just like everyone…

    • I had a friend like that…

      I had a friend like that…

      I had a friend like that once too.   He spoke to me of faraway places with the sun in his eyes.   I remember his crinkled mouth edges and tree-like arms around my back.   I had a friend like that once too.   You told me today of…

    • About Face

      Kia ora dear readers. I humbly apologise (once again) for the lack of contact. There’s been an about face. Things being as they are in writing-land, I’ve decided to set free ‘The Novel’, aka masters thesis/conglomerate of thoughts, speech and action AND have returned to basics. Actually, I’ve gone back to some of the ideas…

    • Assumptions and Reflections

      Often I hear people say, “I know everything about her (or him).” How is that even possible? As humans, we assume a lot about each other, loosely based on the small percentages we actually know about. But all we’re doing is assuming—aka hypothesising, surmising, guessing, or simply making things up. I can’t…

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