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Valeria Luiselli
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Valeria Luiselli
Photograph © Alfredo Pelcastre
Valeria Luiselli is the author of Sidewalks (Coffee House); Faces in the Crowd, which won the Los Angeles Times Art Seidenbaum Award for First Fiction; The Story of My Teeth (both Granta), which won the Los Angeles Times Book Prize for Fiction and was a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award, the Best Translated Book Award, and the Impac Prize 2017; Tell Me How It Ends: An Essay in 40 Questions (Coffee House), a finalist for both the Kirkus Prize in Nonfiction and the National Book Critics Circle Award in Criticism; and Lost Children Archive (Knopf). In 2014, she received the 5 Under 35 prize from the National Book Foundation.

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Vol. 82
Conjunctions:82
Works & Days
Spring 2024
Bradford Morrow

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Confessions of a Thief
by Jeffery Renard Allen
April 24, 2024
The July morning was alive with a sound in the air, strange communications, the acoustics of the big yard amplifying each rustle, each wave. Odd creatures glittering on the ground. Herds spread lavishly, a wilderness of transparent wings, bug eyes, a mosaic of glassy fragments. Glinting. They covered the grass, the sidewalk, covered the branches of the trees.
One-Eyed Jack
by Rick Moody
April 17, 2024
The sound reverberated in my sense of what was right and reliable in the world like drone weaponry, and what I wanted to ask was: what business have you left undone, and did you do a thing you so regretted that you can’t let go of it, was there a person you cut off, when sympathy would have been the better gesture, was there a person you trod on to get ahead in your sales job, speaking ill of them, so that they were forever harmed, did you say something awful about a friend in school, did you call a friend the worst of names in middle school, because it was a thing they said then, the boys did that, only to find, later on, that you loved that boy in a way . . . .
Seven Poems
by Leah Flax Barber
April 10, 2024
I do not like old water.

The water in the ocean is old

The lake is old

But maybe it’s not

Subject to the logic of time, of old and new.

Water.