The Inanna-verse.

  (Inanna, Ninshubar, and Ereshkigal are seated before a flatscreen watching “A Year without Santa Claus”.   There is a large quantity of red and green iced brownies on a platter perched on a coffee table in front of them). INANNA:   Oh, dear.   I hope that Santa Claus can get on his feet to spread Christmas cheer! ERESHKIGAL:   Nonny, we watch this stupid show year after year and the ending is the same! NINSHUBAR:   And year after year you two get in a fight about it.   Calm down and enjoy the day. INANNA:   Do you think Santa Claus is real? ERESHKIGAL:   Oh, I don’t believe this... INANNA:   I’m serious!   Lots of people don’t believe we’re goddesses, but we are! NINSHUBAR:   Nonny, if you look into your heart as a source of generosity and charity, there lies the spirit that is Santa Claus. (Pause). INANNA:   You don’t believe a word you just said, do you? NINSHUBAR:   Well, I believe in generosity and charity— ERES...

Inanna - Episode Two: 2016 A.D. by John Joyce Baker (Inanna, Ninshubar and Ereshkigal are seated on a couch.   Inanna taps away at her iPad.   Ninshubar reads The Washington Post.   Ereshkigal leafs through a dog eared copy of Jean-Paul Sartre's "No Exit."). INANNA:   Hmm... trending! NINSHUBAR:   Eh? INANNA:   Breaking news.   Nick Menza from Megadeth died. (Ninshubar leafs through her paper). NINSHUBAR:   Is that in the obituary section? INANNA:   You're not going to find it in your inky old paper.   It just came up on Twitter. ERESHKIGAL:   Get with the times, grandma. (Ninshubar glares at Ereshkigal, then returns to her paper). INANNA:   Trending!   Who's Peter Shaffer? NINSHUBAR:   He wrote "Equus" and "Amadeus."   Why do you ask? INANNA:   He just died too.   Ninety years old!   Not bad for a human. NINSHUBAR:   Ninety-- That is STILL too young!   He had so much more to contribute! ...

INANNA - NINSHUBAR'S LOVE SONG by John Joyce Baker *Note:   Ninshubar's song is set to the melody of "Pilot of the Airwaves" by Charlie Dore. (Ninshubar is seated in a garden, writing on a wax tablet.   She picks up a lute and plays while singing). NINSHUBAR:   Goddess of the Orchard, here is my request / You don't have to share it, but I hope you'll do your best / I've been sampling all your yield in the golden field / And your bounty tastes good to me. (Inanna skips up to Ninshubar with a jumprope). INANNA:   Hey, Ninzy!   What'cha playing? NINSHUBAR:   (Sighs) Oh, just a melody I've written for a friend... INANNA:   What kind of friend?   I didn't know you have friends. NINSHUBAR:   Well, believe it or not, not all my time is spent chasing you around. (Inanna snatches up the wax tablet). NINSHUBAR:   What are you doing? INANNA:   Proofreading!   "Orchard... yield... golden field... tastes good?"   Oh, this sounds juicy!...