Iona Winter

Tag: poetry

  • Invitation

    Nau mai haere mai. You’re invited to the book launch of then the wind came, my debut collection of stories and poetry. https://www.facebook.com/events/291350861706642/ If you can’t make the launch in Ōtepoti Dunedin, you are very welcome to contact the publisher directly for pre-order information. Details are on the event page.…

  • Book launch…

    Tēnā koutou katoa, greetings everyone, I’m incredibly proud to say we have a book launch date for ‘then the wind came’ – my debut collection of poetry and short fiction, published by Steele Roberts Aotearoa. For those of you in Ōtepoti Dunedin, Aotearoa New Zealand, we’ll be launching ‘then the…

  • Mōteatea poem

    Mōteatea is a new poem, written and recorded in response to an exhibition by Beth Caird on grief processes, at Blue Oyster Art Project Space in Ōtepoti Dunedin. It has just been published by the wonderful people at Blue Oyster – here’s the link http://blueoysterdunedin.tumblr.com/ It was important to record…

  • Exciting news

    Kia ora WordPress whānau, it’s finally time to share the aroha   March: ‘then the wind came’ accepted for publication… April: Met my publisher… May: Tweaked the manuscript… June: Edits and first typeset copy received…  July: Cover artwork in progress… RELEASE DATE tbc 

  • Ode to You

    I remember when you were young so full of tenderness and wonder a deep chuckle far beyond your years you knew things that we’d forgotten but now an enraged beast resides hacking away beneath the surface of your beautiful skin religiously I bargain with gods grateful when my outstretched hands…

  • 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

  • Stones

    how do i ignore the stones that amputated pieces of me my hair morphing from russet to grey deciduous trees unaware of the fall a faceless journey devoid of purpose tarnished thoughts litter landscapes of ashen ground countless stones that i carry rest mottled upon my spine

  • paper to water

    i stood in the sea until your words blew away paper to water loosened limbs dissolved broken-smile-missing-teeth-shipwreck-me and i watched as your hollow facts became ensnared by the callous tide

  • 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…

  • 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