Contributors

Can Xue

Contributor History

Two Stories, Conjunctions:18
Two Unidentifiable Persons, Conjunctions:21
Two Stories, Conjunctions:23
Homecoming, Conjunctions:28
Mosquitos and Folk Songs, Conjunctions:36
Helin, Conjunctions:40
Scenes Inside the Ruined Walls , Conjunctions:43
The Castle’s Origin, Online 07-03-2005
Two Stories , Conjunctions:45
An Affectionate Companion's Jottings, Conjunctions:47
Moonlight Dance, Conjunctions:50
Rainscape, Conjunctions:53
Sin, Conjunctions:57
Venus, Conjunctions:60
Coal, Conjunctions:62
Story of the Slums, Conjunctions:65
Euphoria, Conjunctions:68
Our Human Neighbors, Online 08-22-2017
Her Old Home, Conjunctions:71
The Inside Story, Online 04-02-2019

Biography

Longtime Conjunctions contributor Can Xue’s Love in the New Millennium is one of thirteen books longlisted for the 2019 Man Booker International Prize. Published in 2018 by Yale University Press, it was translated by Annelise Finegan Wasmoen. Can Xue was short-listed for the prestigious Neustadt International Prize for Literature for 2016 and received the 2015 Best Translated Book Award for The Last Lover (Yale University Press). Her story in Conjunctions:65 Sleights of Hand is from her novella Story of the Slums.

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In Print

Conjunctions:72

Nocturnals

Spring 2019
Edited by Bradford Morrow

Online

Bamiyan

by Elizabeth Robinson

July 16, 2019

She wanders aimlessly through age, age
being a nutrient that washes from the cliff face
into the soil.

Absence a rhythm in the daily round, rows
carved into furrows in the ground or the folds
of the robe, not planted with seed.

Ghost Child

by S. P. Tenhoff

July 9, 2019

He has already, over the course of months, designed his own sanctuary, his own adventure. It has yet to be built, but it will be an ordinary house, except for the cellar, where a secret tunnel leads far away into deep woods, to his real home, enormous and impregnable and peopled by machines to take care of all his needs.

Credenza

by Maureen Howard
Introduction by Joanna Scott

July 2, 2019

We sipped a fumé blanc, much too good for us. Elsa, quite content with a weak strain of iced tea, happy to be here at all. We had not known from lively e-mails and upbeat telephone chats that her persistent cough had taken a turn to the prospect of dying.

A Reading by Peter Orner

Monday, October 28, 2019

2:30 pm – 3:30 pm