Arts & Culture

The Heathenry Preservation Society

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Sometimes, the Mead of Poetry works indirectly. An old rock ‘n’ roll song is stuck on repeat in my head, spinning unceasingly between my ears. Actually, it’s not even an entire song. It’s just a verse or a chorus or sometimes only a line or two. Someone else’s creative creation gets lodged in there, doing work on my mind that only I can hear.

Culture

Joe Louis, Max Schmeling, and the Wizard in the Forest

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As we perform the enchantment of mythicization on our world, we lift people, places, and things from the mundane to the meaningful. The trivial becomes tremendous and the ephemeral becomes enduring. Myth, regardless of veracity, can have more power than any truth. This power is not always used for positive ends.

divination

Column: Spirit Box

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“Where should I put your altar in the new house?” I asked Loki, settling back into the couch as my partner Bat sat with zir headphones on, listening to the random noises that were all ze could hear. “Do you like where it is?”

“People are angry,” he said, stilted, as Bat relayed the message.

“Who’s angry?” I asked, a little alarmed.

“Beatrice.”

“I don’t know a Beatrice,” I said.