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Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. Neuware - According to the Encyclopedia Britannica, in the ancient art of shadow play, 'Flat images are manipulated by the puppeteers between a bright light and a translucent screen on the other side of which sits the audience.' It was the perfect metaphor, and the perfect name for our new journal. The author is the puppeteer who manipulates the puppets, which are the words used to tell the story. Whereas the audience at a shadow play watches the story unfold on a screen, our readers would watch the author's words come alive on the pages of the Shadowplay journal. Perhaps the most important element is the light that must be present for a shadow play to be visible. For us the light illuminates the meaning the author seeks to convey. After we shared our vision of this magazine, the authors that you will find on the following pages began their own shadow play-one of craft, surprising and intimate. There are soft and drunken nights juxtaposed with tragic, unforgettable mornings. There are unexpected kisses, empty bottles, garden bubbles, and shots of lidocaine. Mark McDonnell's 'Winter Breathes' paints a scene of nostalgia, warmth, and thirst for the first snowfall: 'Rum-stoked soon, we'll sing. / Heartclutched, muffled throats / will swell for childhood.' Meanwhile, DeAnn Jordan's 'September 14, 2001' unearths the silent burn of hungry disease, the pain of forgetting: 'Her eyes widened, then blanked, the question of my name a solid shape between us.' We asked for moments unseen and these authors answered in ways that both comfort and grieve, often at the same time. We at Shadowplay hope that you enjoy, savor, and learn something about yourself from this vulnerable dichotomy. Jonelle Grace LipscombChristian Chase GarnerThe Editors of Shadowplay.…

Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. Neuware - Editorial-a cento using the works from Shadowplay Issue 4 The brown thrush signals end of day, after a whole life building, to be called a ruin.Your visions droop and wallow, sticky weepingwounds all black and tarred, the remains>A globe in the branches turning and burningbrightly into the deep heat of that day.faint cries coming over the water, along>Your curse cut me, and through the scabs, clamped inside the jaws of life, I wrestmy sleeves, their dead and dried up leavescurly at the base. Jagged slivers spew out>On the pavement like heavy rain, I was mute with the mutenessof a flamboyance of trees. Silencechanges shape to begin anew>And then at her feet of ivory and ice, my shadow crosses snow, with a distanceas vast as that which isolates the stars, a new brittleness in my chest>Let's not talk of ghosts, though.I hear them moaning a deep, continuous roar, a thing of beauty>I've felt myself morphing into another being, pointing toward a small silhouette.Stems push through broken stonesof the mirror surface, having trudged through>We're gliding through a passageway, the souls off to mourning songsand hunger, litter strewn, litter cleared, the leaves shaggy like billy goats.And I, off to perch into something else.My rusted ribs cave, cracking like the rattlingof small stones, the skywards swoopof my movement on cobalt-sheenedwings. Hope, the birds are still calling. Jenn BeachlerEditor-in-Chief of Shadowplay.…

Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. Neuware - Shadowplay is a kinetic act; there is always movement-movement between the quiet throes of midnight and the buoyancy of the sun. We mimic those same silhouettes that waltz across our ceilings or drawl along our driveways. We at Shadowplay want to publish a magazine that is home for diverse voices anywhere on their writing journey, an almanac of poems and stories that can help bring clarity to the light and dark of the human condition. Issue 2, we feel, embodies this.We have a widespread range of authors-from the United States, England, Ireland, Canada, and Japan-who have all spent time, intimate and fleeting, with their own darkness, and have, in turn, created their own luminescence. Diane Webster and John Russell give us quick echoes of masks and murmurations, while Kevin Novalina weaves a slow-burning tale of inevitability and resolve. Jennifer Lagier and John Brantingham each spend a brief, romanticized moment watching the wings of birds. Our authors dance equally around the surreal and the grounded-puppets and ghosts; violets and lightning; a map of the stars; a carving of colors. We invite you into our second issue and hope that you too will get lost in the shadows that we have cast on these pages. 'Take a step back and I become something else.'-Donald Zirilli, 'The Opening''I keep driving through the night / but the night pushes back' >Christian Chase GarnerEditor-in-Chief of Shadowplay.…

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. According to the Encyclopedia Britannica, in the ancient art of shadow play, "Flat images are manipulated by the puppeteers between a bright light and a translucent screen on the other side of which sits the audience." It was the perfect metaphor, and the perfect name for our new journal. The author is the puppeteer who manipulates the puppets, which are the words used to tell the story. Whereas the audience at a shadow play watches the story unfold on a screen, our readers would watch the author's words come alive on the pages of the Shadowplay journal. Perhaps the most important element is the light that must be present for a shadow play to be visible. For us the light illuminates the meaning the author seeks to convey. After we shared our vision of this magazine, the authors that you will find on the following pages began their own shadow play-one of craft, surprising and intimate. There are soft and drunken nights juxtaposed with tragic, unforgettable mornings. There are unexpected kisses, empty bottles, garden bubbles, and shots of lidocaine. Mark McDonnell's "Winter Breathes" paints a scene of nostalgia, warmth, and thirst for the first snowfall: "Rum-stoked soon, we'll sing. / Heartclutched, muffled throats / will swell for childhood." Meanwhile, DeAnn Jordan's "September 14, 2001" unearths the silent burn of hungry disease, the pain of forgetting: "Her eyes widened, then blanked, the question of my name a solid shape between us." We asked for moments unseen and these authors answered in ways that both comfort and grieve, often at the same time. We at Shadowplay hope that you enjoy, savor, and learn something about yourself from this vulnerable dichotomy. Jonelle Grace LipscombChristian Chase GarnerThe Editors of Shadowplay This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…