Ravikum and the Multiverse:
Mishka Fet has an eye to the sky and sees a lone creature living on a floating fish scale swerving about in midair, dry, and hovering. The creature is Ravikum, who believes that the land he sees far down below him is really a giant fish swimming on the surface of a giant sea—so, our story is partially about how Mishka Fet is forever captured by the image of Ravikum, and our story is also about perceptional awareness, and dreaming of fish.
I've always been fascinated with the origin story and how our world has been partially shaped by many of these dreams of the ancients. Even parts of our most advanced science is still reflected in the so-called mythology of our universe, and vice versa. In this series of stories, I explore relationships between us and our origins, drawing from my studies and experience having thus far existed.
Alternate Reality Stories:
My path in life has gratefully taken me to many places. But, once I was old and experienced enough to write down some of the memories from these adventures, I found that my experiences had, swimming hazily through my dreams, taken on a life of their own. These stories are some of those memories.
BoZa — Book of Zombie Apocalypse:
Where we can follow, in seven short pen and ink illustrated chapters, a man becoming a zombie, but in doing so eventually growing a life to dream with, as he is led walking with a herd of the remnant of humankind towards the end of one world and the surprise-beginning of another.
The Garden Demon: in which we follow the life of an unfinished creature that rides upon the wind seeking the heavens, but gets lost in its own desires and trapped within itself, as it tries to become free by trying to avoid the facts of the world around it.
The Jabbok, chalk on paper © 7-2016, DTNoll
"Tossed out on their ears, they were just like mine, building and whining while creation was stirred. Aprons they sewed, I saw falling from above, and factories they spawned without even knowing! They were lost before I was built, but we all suffered the same, thrown out from our home, so strange. I had only just left them, after seeing their folly, and while searching heaven for my completion-undone I sought the sky above, but fell down into the blue instead. It was not to be, conclusion and me, sprawling together right down through them, a tube I was sucked through right into knowing."
The Last Soldier: in which, having lost his love, his anchor in the world, a man is swept away by a floating island only to discover that he had had a connection to his Creator all along. The destruction he built, he eventually realized, was all in the plan from the beginning, and in the end he had only taken the long road around.
"I miss my watch. It had smart functions that allowed me to feel like I was in control of my world … and not just a silly passenger riding this absurd island around a flooded Earth. I miss telling the time. Truth be told, the island I ride shakes and trembles under my wobbling knees every time; yet, I utter the fact of its existence as if it were alive and offended by my mention. My mission was plain: Conquer my fears of failing, falling into the trap of the enemy. But … when I finally saw the enemy, I knew that the thing was just like me all along."
Isolation, chalk on paper © 4-2020, DTNoll
Into the Woods: in which I move from LA, California to Boulder, Colorado, swimming through life as I fall end-over-end attempting to make sense of it all. The journey includes a race-riot, an earthquake, an overland adventure trailing my thus-far-lived life in tow, and then hiking into the wilderness with my progeny in tow. It includes making art alone in the dark, and ultimately expelling inner demons formed by my mother’s life-long battle with dissociative identity disorder, and finally ends with finding home in the bones that I knew all along.
Wake in the Morning,
My patterns Return first thing;
I doubt but I Grow.
I started writing when my kids were still young, wanting to read to them or their children writings from my own hand. I’m self-taught, and to improve I use my education and experience in technical and marketing writing, working as a high school English teacher, and with postings made to: The Brave New Land