Contributors

Rosmarie Waldrop

Contributor History

From The Reproduction of Profiles, Conjunctions:7
Six Poems, Conjunctions:13
From Some Thing Black, Conjunctions:14
The Attraction of the Ground, Conjunctions:15
Five Poems, Conjunctions:20
Six Poems, Conjunctions:23
Table of the Matter, or, The Completely Lost Letters of Frédéric Chopin to His Friend Titus Wojciechowski, Conjunctions:23
Four Conversations, Conjunctions:30
Four Cornell Boxes, Conjunctions:33
Five Poems, Conjunctions:35
Hölderlin Hybrids: In Early November, Conjunctions:38
Five Poems, Online 12-17-2005
By the Waters of Babylon, Conjunctions:47
From All Electrons Are (Not) Alike, Online 10-22-2008
Third Person Singular, Online 01-11-2011
Otherwise Smooth, Conjunctions:59
The Almost Audible Passing of Time, Online 10-17-2017
Two Poems, Conjunctions:76

Biography

Photograph © Walt Odets

Rosmarie Waldrop's new book of poems, The Nick of Time, is forthcoming from New Directions in fall 2021. Recent books are Gap Gardening: Selected Poems (LA Times Book Prize in Poetry 2017), Driven to Abstraction, and Curves to the Apple (all New Directions).

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In Print

Conjunctions:76

Fortieth Anniversary Issue

Spring 2021
Edited by Bradford Morrow

Online

Six Poems

by Jed Munson

October 20, 2021

Launch

codes, we stripped species,
            our insecure
hands of gloves
to crack the test           to our capitalizable
future. Pray
            for the multiverse I’m working on
at midnight.

Five Poems

by Emma De Lisle

October 13, 2021

Forgive us. We were waiting
here, in the thickening ice. We worked a long time. Now
we try to give what we found, a little basket
hiding behind each back, full of the young shoots.
They are so green. Mercifully green. We say so. Yes,
they are alive, we say. We, too. We are still sick.

The Jackal

by Joy Baglio

October 6, 2021

Friday night, and you have done the unthinkable. You’ve taken your father’s Jackal Ghost bowling ball from its locked hard-shell case under your mother’s bed—the ball that looks like a purple and black version of the earth, a jackal’s head rising from the swirls—and gone to meet Teddy and Zeke and Evan and Marya, most importantly Marya, for a night of bowling, the game your dead father was obsessed with: the game that, according to your mother, ruins people.