| Photo By Anthony Huss |
the streetlight peering into my window-- shadow puppets dancing on the wall, an archaic rhythm pounding through my ears. I join them, my lithe body in contrast to the rigid figures crossing behind me, yet somehow less effervescent. my silhouette against the white wall, riddled with spots of light-- I am not opaque but transparent where it matters. The taste of tin in my mouth, I know it's blood thickening with every breath I take. I cannot cull my desire to smear it with the monolithic forms on the backdrop-- the only pigment present. my face illuminated by footlights, I take my bow, but linger to hear the single clap, echoing. |
| Shadow Play Sarah Kurosawa |
| The Honey Land Review Spring 2009 Volume 1, Issue 2 |
SARAH KUROSAWA lives near Minneapolis, Minnesota with her
boyfriend and far too many pets. She is a fiction writer who finds
herself constantly returning to her poetic roots. She is currently
finishing her first novel and will graduate from Hamline University’s
MFA program in May 2009. When not writing she works with small
theatres in the Twin Cities as a stage manager and grant writer.
boyfriend and far too many pets. She is a fiction writer who finds
herself constantly returning to her poetic roots. She is currently
finishing her first novel and will graduate from Hamline University’s
MFA program in May 2009. When not writing she works with small
theatres in the Twin Cities as a stage manager and grant writer.
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