Your favorite movie or novel, in time, is followed up by a continuation of the original story with an expanded plot to entice you to expect a trilogy or the next chapter of the movie. When that process started to dwindle due to less than satisfactory follow-up some called the “2s” then the prequel surfaced. Now with the prequel we were able to experience what happened before the initial work that captivated our attention. Of course, memory of the original, and the sequel was important to put into perspective the prequel. So, here is the deal.

You can easily put into perspective the progression of a movie series or even novels, but what about poetry? If a poem was written at a different stage and sat in a desk drawer but influenced subsequent work, and then the poet releases the initial, probably forgotten desk drawer work to the public arena, is that work a sequel or prequel? And what if there is a volume of work that littered that desk drawer but not released until sometime later…sequel or prequel…and this issue becomes even more intriguing if the thematic basic of the earlier work “resembles” the more contemporary work. Ultimately the time sequence of poetry may not be that important…just something to think about.

Tiffany N. Haty

Tiffany N. Haty continues to define herself as an emerging writer and poet. Ms. Haty had her creative non-fiction work initially published in aaduna in the spring 2016 issue. With several years of being plagued with severe emotional problems under her belt, Tiffany’s writing draws heavily on dreams, images, mother nature, and multiethnic themes. She states that her writing is for people with an open mind; comes from her soul, and she may write about foreign cultures, distant lands, or her present reality. Regardless of the inspiration or thematic choice, Ms. Haty is clear that her writing comes from a place of love and respect for humanity. Tiffany was born and raised in the Pacific Northwest and currently resides in Seattle, Washington.

The forthcoming issue of aaduna will feature her poems. Here is the opening part of her poem,

“Nebet”

Isis wings

Wadjet's body is threaded in gold in the hall of strange cats

I am Hetpet

I am Nebet

He is Ra

I am a Ka

The late-night paparazzi encircles weird butterflies

A pair of ambrosial Twins are escorted to Mata’s soiree in Lagos and Morocco among the falling ruins

I am a mask

A tall actor playing a Priest points a gun

He fell through a trap door that led to espionage with a foreign Black man.

The night valet wasn't really himself; he was being chased by a paid marksman sailing on a pontoon

Murder.

An ambassador flies

Open 24 hours

Liquor

On air.

Closed

Driver

I am the night distilled in the Temple

of the moon’s disk and daughter to the throne

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aaduna’s December 2023 issue coming at you towards the end of the month!

AN ONLINE ADVENTURE WITH WORDS AND IMAGES…

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