Category: suicide
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Rejections and openings
I’ve come to loathe the 17th each month, being the counter of moons that I am these days. 21 months last week since Reuben took his life, and despite meandering through the day fully aware of it, it wasn’t until I checked messages from him, in the weeks before he…
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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…
Iona Winter 