Fiddler's Green Lil 'zine: Exploding the Tangerine

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Fiddler's Green Lil 'zine: Exploding the Tangerine

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Art & Magic for Tea-Drinking Anarchists, Convivial Conjurors & Closeted Optimists

A Shy Person’s Guide to Battle Magic
A Fiddler's Green Leaflet by Clint Marsh & Oliver Bly. 12 pages, 2 illustrations, and copper foil leaf logo on the cover.

Magical duels are depicted in film and other popular fiction as flashy affairs full of supernatural fireworks, and they’re often given as proof of a person’s ability to use “real magic” for self-defense and to influence the world around them. Exploding the Tangerine demonstrates how even the most timid among us possess a similar magic, one grounded in persuasion and an honest curiosity about the interconnectedness of all things. While this is a more subtle magic than that usually seen in fiction, its results are invariably no less wondrous, life-changing, and real.

Size: 7” x 5”

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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