Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

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Putin's Gone!

Do Nails, Screws, Or Staples Hurt Trees?

Well, Putin's gone!

We hexed him a year ago, not long after he invaded Ukraine. At Dark of the Moon, we baptized the poppet with holy water from a Russian church and, after we'd magically bound him, I nailed him (by the throat, no less) to the Witch Tree.

(That's how you do it around here; the offense to the tree magnifies the bale.)

There he hung, just outside the front door, for a year, scaring the squirrels and (probably) the mail carrier. Every time I went past, I'd ill-wish him afresh.

A month later, his face peeled off.

So mote it be, I thought.

Summer went by, and Autumn; then Winter.

Three days ago, I noticed that he was gone.

The nail's still there, but the P-boy himself is gone, simply gone: not on the tree, not on the ground, not anywhere. It's as if he'd never been at all.

Magic is metaphor, but this pointless war has been going on for far too long now. Ōmen sīt, as the Romans used to say.

May it be for a sign.







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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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