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Edie Meidav

Contributor History

[“It was this impulse to extend …”], Conjunctions:41
From Utopia, or, My Pleasure, Conjunctions:47
Beef, Conjunctions:50
The Golden Rule; or, I Am Trying to Do the Right Thing, Conjunctions:52
Lola, California, Multimedia 12-26-2011 (mp3, 00:18:31)
Dogs of Cuba: The Buddha of Vedado, Conjunctions:59
Dogs of Cuba: The Buddha of Vedado, Conjunctions:59 (mp3, 00:08:41)
Dog’s Journey, Conjunctions:62
From the Dung Beetle’s Perspective, Conjunctions:63 (63:184-192)
Blind in Granada, or, Romance, Conjunctions:65
Blind in Granada, or, Romance, Conjunctions:65 (mp3, 00:07:51)
An Interview, Online 05-03-2016
Her Head, Online 05-13-2020

Biography

Photograph © Elodie Strohmeidav

Edie Meidav wrote the collection Kingdom of the Young (Sarabande) and three novels, including Lola, California and Crawl Space (both FSG). She is on the faculty of the University of Massachusetts Amherst MFA program. Read related new work here.

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In Print

Conjunctions:75

Dispatches from Solitude

Fall 2020
Edited by Bradford Morrow

Online

Poem Called “The Lie” After the Poem by C. K. Williams from Which It Takes Its Last Two Lines

by Susan Wheeler

April 14, 2021

When you think of white do you think of Rembrandt
in darkness          pockmarked     a sieve or a monkfish
Ahead now    ahead then:       ash        scrub pine        shade
and Penny –– then twelve        then my brother’s sole friend

Seven Poems

by Graham Foust

April 7, 2021

To sing’s to field thought’s
failed arrow, then drop it,

as sadness surprises,
as always, then doesn’t,

its record all rumors, bits
of lithic in its meat,

Four Poems

by Theodore Worozbyt

March 31, 2021

Underneath the electric microscope frass gathered like a word no one could pronounce, or something children left in a cage. Sugar ants were gorging on the corpse of a cicada next to the front door. Soon four golden mounds were theirs, to carry back in their lemony bellies to the queen. I have a box of nine suns set on spikes, a pair of gray bags concealing speakers. I am your teacher, said the teacher, alone in a room. If there is a predicate to this.