A Curse Upon My Countrymen

“#NotAllMen,” I can hear some of you say,” writes Storm Faerywolf. “Surely you’re not suggesting we curse all the men in the US?” “Yes,” I say. “Each and every one.”

New Year’s Thorns

“I had big plans on New Year’s Eve,” writes Eric O. Scott. “Not as in going out to parties, but to make commitments, set my intentions, commune with the gods. You know: Witch Stuff.”

Apricity

“I hit my knees there, too, awed and overwhelmed at the sheer amount of power as I was regarded by the god of the sun,” writes Luke Babb of their relationship with Apollo. “So this is what it’s like to have a god flex at you.”