Iona Winter

    Category: women

    • May; the coexistence of grief and love

      It’s been a busy time: a massive move from one end of the South Island to the other, finishing my manuscript for A Counter of Moons, and opening for submissions with Elixir & Star Press (ESP*). If you’re a creative, located in Aotearoa New Zealand, we’re open for submissions until…

    • (a)version

      Despite COVID limitations, this week my good friend and collaborator Victoria McIntosh and I were able to have a middling event (rather than an opening or closing) for our mixed media exhibition (a)version. https://www.dunedinfringe.nz/white-box (a)version is a mixed media response to the way our world defines beauty, gender and ageing.…

    • #vaginalmesh

      This Monday was momentous, in several ways. After almost a decade managing the negative effects of vaginal mesh, I saw a specialist who confirmed that this was exactly what I had been dealing with. No question. And the relief was surreal. But could I actually believe what she said? Or…

    • thorns

      below  she is a crack in the ocean floor vapours billow forth, surfacing above she is a primordial rose magnificent thorns poised to puncture outside she is a stain from the cat-caught-bird whose enduring feathers survive inside her water-blood-molecules-life shelter a temple of moon-babies and secrets

    • womb

      kaleidoscopic web veined whenua blood suspended   kākano undulating anointed and ripe   taonga omnipotent infinite womb

    • hills

      a forgotten past convenient to bury within fathomless wardrobes   not long ago grandmothers burned alive like torches up there on the hills   ancient anger resurfaces when sisters are treated with a similar cowardice   but my interior is illuminated without the need for a closet

    • lean

      on the last day she leaned into me   i captured the impact a weightless fall of loosened limbs   and the blessed embrace of words that lay forever unspoken between us  

    • 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

    • Parrots & Pay Equity

      This week while faithfully doing downward dog, I’ve been able to smell wet earth, for no particular reason. But it’s been coming up through the floor when my nose is near it. Maybe because it rained this week and our drought afflicted earth has slurped it up. Either that or…

    • A serious note…

      Today my friends, I write on a serious note. Sexual violence. I am unsure why the topic has surfaced today, but it has. Short of delivering a socio-cultural-political critique on the subject, it’s true that women and children get the worst of it. This fact deeply saddens me. One in three women globally. For…

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