Contributors

Rae Armantrout

Contributor History

Engines, Conjunctions:4
Covers, Conjunctions:15
Two Poems, Conjunctions:17
Three Poems, Conjunctions:20
Two Poems, Conjunctions:26
Three Poems, Conjunctions:30
Four Poems, Conjunctions:35
Three Poems, Conjunctions:40
Two Poems, Conjunctions:41
Four Poems, Conjunctions:44
Four Poems, Conjunctions:47
Shadowboxing (Shadow Train, 1981), Conjunctions:49
Three Poems, Conjunctions:50
Six Poems, Conjunctions:54
Six Poems, Conjunctions:54 (mp3, 00:01:50)
Two Poems, Conjunctions:57
Five Poems, Conjunctions:59
Six Poems, Conjunctions:65
Four Poems, Conjunctions:70
Four Poems — A Selected Text from Conjunctions:70, Sanctuary: The Preservation Issue, Online 05-29-2018
Two Poems, Online 12-11-2018
The Damage, Conjunctions:73
Five Poems, Conjunctions:75
Five Poems, Online 02-24-2021
Five Poems, Conjunctions:77

Biography

Rae Armantrout’s Wobble was a finalist for the 2018 National Book Award and Conjure was a finalist for the PEN/Voelcker Award for Poetry (both Wesleyan University Press). Her newest collection, Finalists, is also forthcoming from Wesleyan in the spring of 2022.

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In Print

Conjunctions:77

States of Play: The Games Issue

Fall 2021
Bradford Morrow

Online

Blueberry Season

by David Ryan

January 26, 2022

It is a hot day out there and here inside the raw cool moronic hum of the conveyer you’re soothed by the song of that flat black path transporting items at a safe, considered pace to the terminus of this shopping haul, the ambulatory beeps from the cashier's key-padding or her face or the crown of her head or wherever the fuck it’s leaking out, this woman’s disinterest, her analog margin of error tempered through skilled human agency, foolproof PLUs, printed receipt. Love this grocery. You can’t go wrong here.

Two Poems

by Susan Stewart

January 19, 2022

Now that the little lies
accrue into the vast
incredulity, fear on fear
swells: a wave.

Slipping down the dune or
climbing? Who can tell?
The small cries, growing smaller,
fly past and vanish.

Sleeps

by Miranda Mellis

January 12, 2022

The hope of non-sleepers is sleep, sleep is the food of all living presence, and time is the food of sleep. Time is a physiological condition, in addition to being a pit of holes. Sleep and wake are genres. Despite all appearances to the contrary, and notwithstanding dreams, sleep is a season. If you jump ahead, skip episodes of sleep, fragment the night, you lose the poetry of daytime. Daytime becomes a plot-driven slog; all it thinks about is sleep.