Fiddler's Green 7: Gods of the Afternoon

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Peculiar Parish Magazine, February 2020, Art & Magic for Tea-Drinking Anarchists, Convivial Conjurors & Closeted Optimists.

Fiddler’s Green 7 features copper titling, a cover drawn by Benjamin A. Vierling, and 52 pages of art and magic, including reviews, a letters column, and the following:

  • Et in Arcadia Ego, by Benjamin A. Vierling

  • Magic at the Doorstep: Better Dwelling on the Threshold, Editorial by Clint Marsh

  • The Written Word Where the Veil is Thin: Meaning and Misdirection on the Grimoire Path, by Daniel Yates, illustrated by Drowned Orange

  • Who Shall Inherit the Earth? Wilderness and Anti-Humanism in Witchcraft, by Melissa Madara, illustrated by Moritz Krebs

  • Theogony Made Simple: Tracing the Divine Branches of Your Family Tree, written and illustrated by Craig Conley

  • Descended Masters: William Blake and the Fallen Angels, by Samuel McCabe, with illustrations from William Blake

  • Releasing Wood Spirits: A Simple Question and a Life’s Work, written and illustrated by Susan Alexander

  • The Heroine’s Journey, by Kelsey Yandura, illustrated by Jeff Hoke

  • A is for Apple,” fiction by Elin Heron, illustrated by Alexis Berger

  • Remembering Will Cloughley, by Clint Marsh

  • Utopia and Its Discontents, by Apio Ludd


'Fiddler’s Green Peculiar Parish Magazine was born of a languid afternoon of conversation on a sunny tavern lawn. Taking its name from the pleasant afterlife dreamed into being by sailors, cavalrymen, and other adventurous spirits, Fiddler’s Green gathers friends, good cheer, and a bit of magic to create a better world not someday, but now.

In ecclesiastical terms, the word “peculiar” refers to a district outside the jurisdiction of the Church. It’s also a good word for describing my own view of reality, and likely yours as well. And so here is a “peculiar parish magazine” for anyone who doesn’t feel the need to have their inner life directed by others. If it is peculiar that we wish to govern our bodies and souls ourselves, then let us be peculiar.

The conversation continues, and there is room for you in it. Each of us is on our own journey, both in this world and whatever lies beyond it. Sometimes the path is well lit; at other times it is obscured. Your wanderings have brought you here, and I hope you’ll stray for a while with me and the other souls gathered at Fiddler’s Green.' - Clint Marsh