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Sandra Meek
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Sandra Meek
Sandra Meek is the editor of Deep Travel: Contemporary American Poets Abroad (Ninebark 2007) and the author of five books of poems: An Ecology of Elsewhere (Persea 2016); Road Scatter (Persea 2012); Biogeography, winner of the Dorset Prize (Tupelo 2008); Burn (2005); and Nomadic Foundations, winner of the Peace Corps Writers Award in Poetry (2002). The recipient of a 2011 National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship in Poetry and the 2015 Lucille Medwick Memorial Award from the Poetry Society of America, she has twice been awarded Georgia Author of the Year. Meek is a founding editor of Ninebark Press, director of the Georgia Poetry Circuit, poetry editor of the Phi Kappa Phi Forum, and Dana Professor of English, Rhetoric, and Writing at Berry College.

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Vol. 71
Conjunctions:71
A Cabinet of Curiosity
Fall 2018
Edited by Bradford Morrow

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Wonders of the Invisible World
by Madeline Kearin
January 15, 2019
Outside the stars were fading and the sky was slowly rosying at the edges when we found the skeleton. At first it was visible only as a clutch of white daggers, thickly clotted with spiderwebs, compressed between the plaster wall and the heavy wooden timbers. I don’t know what I expected it to be.
Goat
by Eliezra Schaffzin
January 8, 2019
On the bus, we were told to remember everything, to testify, testify, testify. We’d heard this many times before. Remember and testify, they would say, in order that this or that bad thing does not happen again. I harbored no such faith in remembering. Nor in testimony. I fail to believe in them still.
The Bystander by Gina Berriault
by Mauro Javier Cárdenas
January 1, 2019
Someone shouted at me to grab a blanket or a coat or something for crissakes, the narrator of The Bystander says, and wrap your old man up, because after assaulting the woman the narrator’s father liked best, and after running out with nothing on but the soap from the bath he’d been taking with her, the narrator’s father is standing on the street, shouting imprecations at her,
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