Prisms: Itanile Issue 9
The works featured in the Prism issue have told a variety of truths. In May the Thirtieth, the poet writes, “I come from a place / where we are closest to sunrise”. You, the reader, could argue the veracity of this admittance.
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How does a good story begin? Who knows? Does a good story begin with the end in view? Does it begin at the epicenter of a conflict? Or with a mission to address critical issues regarding the political state of a territory? Perhaps a story begins with an acknowledgment of a fact, as in, “these are the times”.
The writer’s work, in many cases, is a work of discovery. Of digging through the rubbles for a precious gem. This treasure hunt, sometimes, promises little reward. In the process of writing, writers realize that the greatest discovery possible through storytelling is the discovery of self – through this, a story can be opened up to vulnerabilities and truth. Because writing isn’t taking the truth to a story, but reaching for the truth in a story.
The works featured in the Prism issue have told a variety of truths. In May the Thirtieth, the poet writes, “I come from a place / where we are closest to sunrise”. You, the reader, could argue the veracity of this admittance. Is sunrise a literal phenomenon in this poem, or is the poet aiming for a metaphorical interpretation to his confession on the mind & its myriad ways of processing a feeling?
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The woman beside her was chubby and rounded and the wrappa around her waist was hostile to the brown blouse she wore. Her head-tie was faded beige and had fallen off to the ground. Her head was shaking vehemently in rebuke and her body in total rebuff of surrender. The woman kept on bustling in roars; Obara Jesus! Obara Jesus! with her hands striding in very ridiculous rhythm.
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