Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.

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Look Out for Falling Athames

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The bottle slips from my hand just as I'm turning to put it into the recycling bin. Instinctively, I hop backwards, out of the plane of trajectory.

Standing beside me, my friend laughs.

“Wiccan reflexes,” she says.

I laugh along with her. As I retrieve the fallen bottle, we trade tales of dropped athames down the decades. Bare feet and falling blades make an uncomfortable pairing. No few witches bear the scars.

“What's the difference between Christian and Witch stigmata?” she improvs.

I laugh, and give the necessary response.

“No holes in the hands,” I mug.

 

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Poet, scholar and storyteller Steven Posch was raised in the hardwood forests of western Pennsylvania by white-tailed deer. (That's the story, anyway.) He emigrated to Paganistan in 1979 and by sheer dint of personality has become one of Lake Country's foremost men-in-black. He is current keeper of the Minnesota Ooser.

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