Quite a ways back I attended SBL in Atlanta. And for those of you who know me, I typically don’t fall in with the Paul within Judaism seminars, nor insipid moorings in the doctrinal. That’s all very stuffy. As my temple’s resident mythographer I want the salacious; gimme sea dragons and nephilim, baby! So naturally I attended a seminar on serpent iconography in the Bible and Ancient Near East. Only recently had I gotten around to actually reading recommended literature from the session, and only recently have I gotten the time to cobble together a palatable presentation for the derned thing.
noun: the formation of a word from a sound associated with what is named (e.g., cuckoo, sizzle ).
By: Drake Dunaway | © 2017
The quaint shtetl of Rosava lay alone in the wide and grassy country of Russia. The sun was tracking toward evening behind the clouds on a drear Friday. The cows lowed as they headed back to the barns. Shabbat preparations were in full swing.
In the barn, two boys and a girl argued about killing a snake they found in the corner of one of the stalls. It was long and black.
Liberal: “Can you believe that X% of Americans believe in Creationism? How alarming!”
Me: “Can you believe that X% of Syrians believe in honor killings, clitoridectomies, and Creationism?”
An excerpt from Axis Mundi, sequel to Fringe Blue | © Drake Dunaway, 2017
Ravenna DiPatri was a stately frau with the luscious tresses of a baroness, moving quietly through the house like a Victorian whisper. In the noonday, she leaned in the parlor reading alone. Her awareness would pique at a certain time of day when the brass doorknob would fidget. She could sense the antsy twist of the knob in its socket or the telltale awkward thumping of elbows on the door and ascertain that it was not at all Alan, but instead her brave little Squanto overeager to get inside.
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We nocturnals live in a deeper world than most, an imaginarium we reveal to few during the daylight, a hidden stream lived out in private moments. So in that spirit, here’s a recent hit from my soul-stash to yours to tide you over until I publish my forthcoming article on the swelling male crisis in the West. Dreams enliven us, and on this potluck of bachelorhood crotchets I’ll probably publish these as they come to me. Continue reading “Dreamflash #1”