The Lioness

A short synopsis plus three prose samples of the anthology THE UNVEILING.

The Lioness

THE UNVEILING

A short synopsis

"The unveiling" is an anthology of short stories that I have written since 1986 up to 2012. Most of my short stories assembled in this anthology deal with the world of art in my country " Israel. The protagonists depicted in these short stories are artists, museum curators, gallery owners and art critics, their daily life and contribution to art and to the society in which they live, their feuds and rivalry along their careers. Added to this group are stories of fantasy, dreams, thrillers and general common issues

The short stories and poems assembled in this anthology, express my views on art in my country, my own life experience, my whims, my dreams, my fantasies and my aspirations. 
There are thirty nine short stories and eleven poems assembled in this anthology.

 

The Phoenix

 
It's up to you~
 
to rise like a Phoenix,
 
from the sand~
 
~or stay there
 
in utter seclusion...~
 
Soar for God's sake!
 
To the heights~
 
that only you can reach.

(An encouraging recommendation to every creative artist.)

The Lioness
I had another dream. I can't remember much just bits and fragments. I was in some eastern part of the world, in a city with low houses and flooded streets. I waded in knee deep placid waters, entered a four floors building. 
There were nine stairs one foot size each, one foot wide - divided by a murmuring waterfall; each staircase half on both sides of the languid waterfall, adhered to the wall. 
We ascended up to the dry roof, the two of us. I thought you were beside me, I was certain - I touched you to make sure. We walked to the edge of the roof, to have a look down. I turned back and realized I was all alone. 
I was on dry ground again in a forest clearing, watching a lioness sprawled on a bed of dry leaves - not far off. She welcomed me rising on her hind legs, and resting her paws gently on my chest. I wasn't scared, I didn't mind her sharp claws stuck in my flesh. She smiled exposing her fangs, she licked my face, I could feel her fangs touching my shoulder - love bites.
I woke up distressed, it ended up so soon - it was still dark outside. 
I knew I'll have to face the coming daylight hours and yearn for night to fall, and meet her again in my dream, my lioness 

Between the 4h and the 14th
 
The days pass~

 
~like clouds,
 
swept in the wind.
 
~I hardly bade
 
June goodbye
 
~So sweet
 
and so consoling,
 
~compared to
 
hot tempered July,
 
~while August
 
knocks on my door.

 

© Haim Kadman Dec. 27^th 2014 " all rights reserved.

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