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Danielle Pafunda

Contributor History

Five Poems , Conjunctions:45
Bleached Pink on the Line, Online 03-14-2017
Two Poems, Online 10-08-2019

Biography

Danielle Pafunda is author of ten books, including Beshrew (Dusie Press), The Book of Scab (Ricochet Editions), The Dead Girls Speak in Unison (Bloof Books), and the forthcoming Spite (Ahsahta Press 2020). She teaches at Rochester Institute of Technology.

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In Print

Conjunctions:77

States of Play: The Games Issue

Fall 2021
Bradford Morrow

Online

Blueberry Season

by David Ryan

January 26, 2022

It is a hot day out there and here inside the raw cool moronic hum of the conveyer you’re soothed by the song of that flat black path transporting items at a safe, considered pace to the terminus of this shopping haul, the ambulatory beeps from the cashier's key-padding or her face or the crown of her head or wherever the fuck it’s leaking out, this woman’s disinterest, her analog margin of error tempered through skilled human agency, foolproof PLUs, printed receipt. Love this grocery. You can’t go wrong here.

Two Poems

by Susan Stewart

January 19, 2022

Now that the little lies
accrue into the vast
incredulity, fear on fear
swells: a wave.

Slipping down the dune or
climbing? Who can tell?
The small cries, growing smaller,
fly past and vanish.

Sleeps

by Miranda Mellis

January 12, 2022

The hope of non-sleepers is sleep, sleep is the food of all living presence, and time is the food of sleep. Time is a physiological condition, in addition to being a pit of holes. Sleep and wake are genres. Despite all appearances to the contrary, and notwithstanding dreams, sleep is a season. If you jump ahead, skip episodes of sleep, fragment the night, you lose the poetry of daytime. Daytime becomes a plot-driven slog; all it thinks about is sleep.