An intractable tea-swilling leftist-punk bard, Rhyd Wildermuth has left bits of his heart(h) everywhere—in a satyr’s den in Berlin, hanging from an elder tree over a holy well in Bretagne, scattered in back alleys of Seattle, and lost somewhere in the bottom of his rucksack.
As a writer and a theorist, he seeks to world the wordless Other into the disenchanted Modern while showing how our gods, spirits, and magicks have meaning beyond our covens, groves and altars. He believes that Paganism is itself a radical belief, but only when unfettered from the chains of Capitalist and Monotheist thought.
He’s devoted to Welsh gods, breathes words, makes candles, plays recorder, and refuses ever to learn to drive.
He also writes for Patheos Pagan, Polytheist.com and on his blog, Paganarch.com.