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
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

Five Cantos

by Sherah Bloor

July 28, 2021

Sanjay’s stepmother enters the dining room and
his monitoring bracelet records a flutter in his pulse.
Dr. Cameron shows the assistant how he applies
an electrode to the surface of the patient’s brain.
She sees a mountain blow away like it’s sand.

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?