<![CDATA[Enheduanna: A Pagan Literary Journal - News]]>Sun, 29 Mar 2026 22:59:54 -0700Weebly<![CDATA[Email Data Loss]]>Mon, 04 Aug 2025 03:26:28 GMThttp://www.enheduannajournal.com/news/email-data-lossHi Folks,
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]]><![CDATA[Tex Mex]]>Fri, 11 Oct 2024 16:18:32 GMThttp://www.enheduannajournal.com/news/tex-mex"“Cheesy as always.” I squirm away, to the edge of my seat. “Fine. Just stay away from my internal organs, ‘kay? This is the 21st century, we don’t sacrifice humans anymore. My ancestors might’ve been Aztec, but my family’s Catholic now. The only sacrifice we believe in has to do with a certain Son of God and some very unfortunately placed nails.”
      I swallow the burning coffee, wincing as it scalds my throat.
     Tex snorts, then backs away. “I know.” He looks out our bay window, at the autumn leaves that border the Library of Congress. “No one’s sent me a human girl—blood, body, and soul—in such a long, long time.”
      “There’s always Russian mail order brides.”
     Tex folds his newspaper into origami, some kinda bird. “What about you, eh? You’re always complaining about Washington’s men—how stuck up they are, how boring. I could be your answer. All I’m asking for is a little blood.”
     “I’m Chicana, born and bred in D.C., not a girl named Olga looking for U.S. citizenship. And blood sacrifice is right up there on my list with being stung by a nest of hornets.”
     Tex rumbles with laughter. “Trying to turn my own wit on me, eh?” He snatches the remainder of my cup, mostly full, and downs it.  “Don’t. Sharp words come at a price.” Tex licks the last drops from his lips."

Excerpted from the Flash fiction "Tex Mex" by Allister Nelson, forthcoming in Vol. 7 of Enheduanna Journal
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city of Sumeria.
onward lovely Enheduanna
fruit of Sargon of Akkad
fighting until you die
winning big battles
on sociopolitical issues.
Today so topical:
             “The Hymn to Inanna”*
             “The Temple Hymns”
and issues like climate change
war, pain, and poetry,
enjoy eternal glory.
Excellent glow--
come through our door
open to the field"
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Excerpted from "Enheduanna Hymn" by Daniel de Culla, a poem forthcoming in Vol. 7 of Enheduanna Journal]]><![CDATA[Volume 7 Call for Submissions!]]>Mon, 08 Apr 2024 04:20:27 GMThttp://www.enheduannajournal.com/news/volume-7-call-for-submissions
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]]><![CDATA[The Druid in His Grave]]>Sun, 02 Oct 2022 16:03:36 GMThttp://www.enheduannajournal.com/news/the-druid-in-his-grave"I have been the shadow of a gibbet
And the thief hanging there.
 
I have been the bluebell starting to open
And the creature crushing it with its hoof.
 
I have been the fish caught in the net
And the ring found in its belly.
 
I have been the wind rippling sheaves of harvest
And the sickle cutting through.
 
I have been vapours from a crack in the sacred mountain
And words on vellum pondered and argued."
Excerpted from "The Druid in His Grave" by Earl Livings, Phd, a poem forthcoming in Vol 6 of Enheduanna Journal.]]><![CDATA[Email Working Again]]>Sun, 02 Oct 2022 15:34:09 GMThttp://www.enheduannajournal.com/news/email-working-againHello Everyone, our email has been restored and is working again. Please resend any communications to which you received an error message. ]]><![CDATA[Email is Down]]>Mon, 26 Sep 2022 21:55:07 GMThttp://www.enheduannajournal.com/news/email-is-downHello Everyone. It has come to our attention that our email is down. We can send, but not receive emails. So if you have recently replied to us, please hold on. It could be up to a week to get the email working again. If you need immediate assistance in the mean time, please use our organization email: slpagansociety@gmail.com

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