Contributors

Nathaniel Tarn

Contributor History

North Rim, Conjunctions:2
Flight from the Mountaintop, Conjunctions:3
Thirteen Poems, Conjunctions:4
Four Poems, Conjunctions:5
Dr. Jekyll, the Anthropologist Emerges and Marches into the Notebook of Mr. Hyde, the Poet, Conjunctions:6
From The Book of Songs, Conjunctions:7
Three Poems, Conjunctions:9
on Popol Vuh, Conjunctions:9
Protoavia: Narrative of the Pilots, Conjunctions:10
Two Poems, Conjunctions:11
on Peter Brazeau, Conjunctions:11
Home, Conjunctions:13
Italian Sequence Comma With Italian Words Stop One Stop, Conjunctions:15
Bartok in Udaipur, Conjunctions:17
Red Banner’s Whereabouts, Conjunctions:20
Meditaton: First and Last Trek, Zangskar, Conjunctions:22
Six Poems, Conjunctions:23
Burial Plot, Conjunctions:28
Body In Glory, Conjunctions:30
Two Poems, Conjunctions:35
Ascending Flight, Los Angeles, Conjunctions:49
From The Hölderliniae, Online 03-03-2021

Biography

Nathaniel Tarn is a Franco-Anglo-American poet, critic, translator, and editor, with some 35 publications. He is also a cultural anthropologist, specializing in religious systems (Guatemala, Burma, et cetera). He has traveled extensively in every continent but has, since 1984, resided in the desert north west of Santa Fe, New Mexico, with his wife, poet and printer Janet Rodney.

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In Print

Conjunctions:76

Fortieth Anniversary Issue

Spring 2021
Edited by Bradford Morrow

Online

After the Eye Surgery,

by Jesse Kohn

July 21, 2021

“Well, technically batshit,” I’d tell him, and I’d remind him that, seeing as we were trapped in this cave—“Cave?” he’d say, and I’d say, “Yeah, the cave we’re recovering from eye surgery in,” and he’d say, “Oh right”—and that seeing as we’d be thus—“pardon the expression,” I’d say—interred for at least as long as it took to recover, that the cave would be, for all intents and purposes, what we’d have to mean, from here on out, by the word world; and thus bats, who were the only creatures still flitting in and out of the cave’s narrow apertures and thereby participating in the larger ecosystem and importing to an otherwise inhospitable environment the most basic elements needed to sustain life, their excretions would need to be, for the foreseeable future, what we’d have to mean when we’d say sun.

Five Poems

by Alex Braslavsky

July 14, 2021

And all manner of head swerves.
Three people flew past me, but did not see.
It’s not even clear what happens to the chicken on the bobsled.

Trails . . . that slither with their cake.
Will you have more?

The Holographer

by Julianna Baggott

May 26, 2021

I remember how, when we got word that it was okay to emerge, my parents opened the front door. My mother was holding an aluminum baseball bat, my father had a shovel. The three of us were in our hazmat suits. (Mine had grown a little taut. I was eleven years old and had gotten taller and rounder.) Our breaths were trapped in our masks.

How long had we been indoors? Time was hard to figure. It had been well over two years. But had it been three?