Iona Winter

Category: trauma

  • wairoro

    wairoro brain eggshell taonga how often were you shaken? i lost count at ten now you halt me completely an uneasy witness to a pared back life of overflowing shoeboxes screaming ‘more odds than ends’ with fragility poised on silken threads of broken-up highways that reside in my head  

  • shackle

    a formerly acquainted terror surges forth from a throwaway line disrupting the equilibrium and held breath locks tight vigilant fractured edges on a shackled network of memory etched skin

  • 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 face resembles a blank page i hope you can realise there are limits to how much i can hear, see or touch in one day