Readings Newsletter
Become a Readings Member to make your shopping experience even easier.
Sign in or sign up for free!
You’re not far away from qualifying for FREE standard shipping within Australia
You’ve qualified for FREE standard shipping within Australia
The cart is loading…
A scrupulous, beautiful vocabulary showcases the poet’s skill and depth…A talented poet with a relish for nature and the human experience… - Booklife Although the poems in John C. Wunsch’s Shadowgraph are unapologetically earthbound creatures, there is something of the cosmic in his gritty pastorals and cityscapes. Here in these pages, crows scavenge for subatomic / particles; a fox hunts down its gravitational force, and planets [are] hung out to dry on a clothesline. We follow the poet’s voice as he guides us through each season of the late apocalypse, set in the American Midwest. Even when the backroad, corn-country landscapes he paints for us are as bleak as the airless dark between stars, his language is always lush and bursting with life. With an eye for the overlooked detail and an ear for the music between words, Wunsch’s poems are a meshwork of stars skin and bone, their threads stitched as closely as nerves. You won’t be able to tell where the terrestrial ends and the otherworldly begins.
$9.00 standard shipping within Australia
FREE standard shipping within Australia for orders over $100.00
Express & International shipping calculated at checkout
A scrupulous, beautiful vocabulary showcases the poet’s skill and depth…A talented poet with a relish for nature and the human experience… - Booklife Although the poems in John C. Wunsch’s Shadowgraph are unapologetically earthbound creatures, there is something of the cosmic in his gritty pastorals and cityscapes. Here in these pages, crows scavenge for subatomic / particles; a fox hunts down its gravitational force, and planets [are] hung out to dry on a clothesline. We follow the poet’s voice as he guides us through each season of the late apocalypse, set in the American Midwest. Even when the backroad, corn-country landscapes he paints for us are as bleak as the airless dark between stars, his language is always lush and bursting with life. With an eye for the overlooked detail and an ear for the music between words, Wunsch’s poems are a meshwork of stars skin and bone, their threads stitched as closely as nerves. You won’t be able to tell where the terrestrial ends and the otherworldly begins.