Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

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Sing to the Astartes

 

To a Witch Friend Going to Beirut

Dear N,

I miss you already. Hope it's a good trip. By all accounts, Beirut—“wells” it meant, in Phoenician—is an amazing city. Best hummos in the Middle East, I hear.

While you're there, be sure to get to the Museum. (“Temple of the Muses” it meant, in Greek.)

Sing to the Astartes. You know which songs.

If need be, sing silently.

Know that you have my thoughts and (for what they're worth) my prayers.

Safe trip, there and back again. Give my respects to Mother Mediterranean.

Steven

 

 

 

 

 

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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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