Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!

Monday, July 24, 2006


Originally uploaded by prerona.


by thread of lead
to the body;
cant let go.

body yet
full of fire ants,
and acid dirt horrors shame
and memories. cant go back.

so i melt another sun
and hold it in my palm
and tip my cupped hand
to pour it down

and i strike another moon alight
and blow an underwater storm
and cover it up with calm rivulets,


Enemy of the Republic said...

Your third stanza is just perfect--lovely writing. I enjoy reading your stuff, even if I don't always comment.

Prerona said...

Dear enemy of the republic, thank you :)

my favourite were the last 2 paragraphs. does it ever happen to you that you have a few words, some imagery in your head and try to write something to fit that in ... thats what happened here with the last 2 stanzas - the seed. except the tree never quite lives up to the seed, or the seed to the flower :)

Enemy of the Republic said...

That's a good analogy for the struggling creative process. With me, it either is there or it isn't. And when it isn't, it's with a vengeance.

Inkblot said...


Prerona said...

enemy of the republic, thats good ... no struggle :)

used to be like that for me. but i kind of consciously tried to kill that around the time i started the blog

inkblot, what boy?