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James Morrow

Contributor History

The Wisdom of the Skin, Conjunctions:39
From The Philosopher’s Apprentice, Conjunctions:50
Bigfoot and the Bodhisattva, Conjunctions:52
Fixing the Abyss, Conjunctions:56
Galápagos Regained, Multimedia 06-19-2012 (mp3, 00:32:10)
A Taxonomy of the Teratoid: Self-Aware Monsters, Oblivious Fiends, and Elusive Demons, Conjunctions:59
Some Early Exxxperiments in Behavioral Science: A Bird’s-Eye View, Conjunctions:61
Some Early Exxxperiments in Behavioral Science: A Bird’s-Eye View, Conjunctions:61 (mp3, 00:17:00)
Tactics of the Wraith, Conjunctions:65
Noh Exit, Conjunctions:67
Psi, Phi, Omega, Conjunctions:72
Moby Dick, Ecoterrorist, Conjunctions:73
The Care and Feeding of Minotaurs, Conjunctions:74

Biography

James Morrow is the author of ten novels, including The Godhead Trilogy (Harcourt), The Last Witchfinder (William Morrow), and Galápagos Regained (St. Martin’s Press). He has received the World Fantasy Award, the Nebula Award, the Theodore Sturgeon Memorial Award, and the Grand Prix de l’Imaginaire.

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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.