Seamus Heaney’s words have a way of creeping into my mind when I’m sitting at my desk, staring at the blank page in front of me. As a writer, I’ve always found solace in his poetry – its rhythms and cadences are like a steady heartbeat that grounds me. But beyond just admiring his craft, …
I’m standing in the kitchen, staring at the empty coffee pot, willing it to refill itself. I’ve got a pounding headache and a growing sense of dread that today is going to be one of those days. Pandora walks in, bleary-eyed, and plops down at the table. “Coffee,” she growls, not even bothering to say …
At the very beginning of the Ars Goetia, before the ranks of dukes, marquises, and princes unfold into a complex hierarchy, there stands Bael—the first spirit named, the opening figure in a catalog of seventy-two entities that has fascinated scholars, occultists, and historians for centuries. His placement is not accidental. In systems of order, what …
