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Nathaniel Mackey

Contributor History

From From A Broken Bottle Traces of Perfume Still Emanate, Conjunctions:5
On Edge, Conjunctions:6
Three Poems, Conjunctions:10
From Djbot Baghostus’s Run, Conjunctions:16
Song of the Andoumboulou: 30 , Conjunctions:26
Phrenological Whitman, Conjunctions:29
Two Poems, Conjunctions:35
Two Poems, Conjunctions:44
Two Poems, Conjunctions:53
From From a Broken Bottle Traces of Perfume Still Emanate , Conjunctions:59
Lone Coast Rescension, Conjunctions:63 (63:131-137)
Song of the Andoumboulou: 181, Conjunctions:68
Untitled Original 11386i, Conjunctions:71
Third Étude Ending “Soon Come” Rebegun, Conjunctions:73
Eye of the Bhajan Continuing, Conjunctions:75

Biography

Nathaniel Mackey’s most recent publications are Double Trio (New Directions), a three-book boxed set of poetry, and Breath and Precarity (Three Count Pour), a poetics monograph. He edits the literary magazine Hambone.

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In Print

Conjunctions:76

Fortieth Anniversary Issue

Spring 2021
Edited by Bradford Morrow

Online

Three Poems

by Barbara Tran

September 22, 2021

The cockatoo
was kept in a kitchen
drawer All her life

in a drawer Kept there
by a
What would you call

The bird is
bald She plucks
her feathers Her skin

is reptilian
bleeding Parrots
call one another

by distinct sounds My name
means strange stranger
foreign The cockatoo

shares it Parrots

Sky Burial

by Reese Sawyer

August 11, 2021

The property consisted of a small washout pond, several tin structures, and a ranch house with a wraparound porch. The landlord was a tall tan man with silver hair and great big hands, impressive even in his early seventies. He spoke in fast and stuttered rhythms that made me want to clutch the dirt and hang on, but walked at a pace which indicated there was no other place he’d rather be in that moment than with me, touring his property, him explaining to me his rules.

Five Poems

by Amelia Van Donsel

August 4, 2021

I spot wind at the Texas inn where
my brother plays charcuterie, his head glowing with sweat.

As he peers into the cheese, my oblong sister
offers her face to violent vegetarians

and prognosticates the part about the bison;
indeed, this bison will have denied paradise to us

before we have even eaten.