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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

Poet Nathaniel Mackey’s work includes Nod House and Blue Fasa (both New Directions). He edits the literary magazine Hambone.

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Conjunctions:75

Dispatches from Solitude

Fall 2020
Edited by Bradford Morrow

Online

All Cities Burn

by Katharine Coldiron

November 25, 2020

The smell was profound, suffocating, singular. My skin and clothes stank until I washed them; I had to stop at a gas station and wet my shoes under a faucet and scrub them with disintegrating Kleenex because the smell hung so potently in my car. It was dead fish and bird droppings and the bottom edge of a body of water, brought to the light and baked too hot. I once visited a blooming corpse flower at the Huntington and it smelled alive, at least. This was death of a hundred kinds braided together.

Three Poems

by Elizabeth Robinson

November 18, 2020

Where there is no fact, there can be no consolation.

We chose to be plural in the presumed grace of what

is presumed to be moving in the dark.

Nuntle Shtuli

by C. P. Boyko

November 11, 2020

You, Shtuli, went to a school and sang a few songs.
            The children, with skybright eyes, listened rapt, their mouths hanging moistly open.

Strumming my balalaika, I, Shtuli, sang.

Shtuli, you asked Asfalyi, your child, to come to a noisejazz concert with you.
            “I’d rather stay home and read my grimoire tonight, to be honest, Boombi,” Asfalyi said.
            “That’s all right,” you gloomily said. “I’ll go by myself.”