Contributors

Peter Cole

Contributor History

Rift, Conjunctions:6
Leviticus and Four Poems, Conjunctions:9
on Michael McClure, Conjunctions:9
on William Bronk, Conjunctions:11
Ambit, Conjunctions:12
on Edmond Jabès, Conjunctions:14
One to Bet: A Jerusalem Pamphlet, Conjunctions:15
On the Death and Existence of Isaac His Brother (after the Hebrew of Samuel Hanagid, also known as Ismail Ibn Nagrela), Conjunctions:17
From Island to Island, Conjunctions:23
From Speech’s Hedge Where the Honey, Conjunctions:23
Proverbial Drawing, Conjunctions:35
The Shunra and the Schmetterling, Conjunctions:37
Four Poems of the Kabbalah, Conjunctions:38
Why Does the World Out There Seem, Conjunctions:50
Aleph’s Bet, Conjunctions:76

Biography

Peter Cole’s most recent publications are Hymns & Qualms: New and Selected Poems and Translations (Farrar, Straus and Giroux) and a chapbook, On Being Drawn: An Ekphrastic Translation, with Commentary (Cahier Editions/Sylph). He was named a MacArthur Fellow in 2007.

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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.