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Tomaž Šalamun
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Tomaž Šalamun lives in Ljubljana, Slovenia, and has taught at the Michener Center for Writers at the University of Texas. His recent books in English are The Blue Tower (translated by Michael Biggins, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2011) and On the Tracks of Wild Game (translated by Sonja Kravanja, Ugly Duckling Presse, 2012).

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Vol. 75
Conjunctions:75
Dispatches from Solitude
Fall 2020
Edited by Bradford Morrow

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All Cities Burn
by Katharine Coldiron
November 25, 2020
The smell was profound, suffocating, singular. My skin and clothes stank until I washed them; I had to stop at a gas station and wet my shoes under a faucet and scrub them with disintegrating Kleenex because the smell hung so potently in my car. It was dead fish and bird droppings and the bottom edge of a body of water, brought to the light and baked too hot. I once visited a blooming corpse flower at the Huntington and it smelled alive, at least. This was death of a hundred kinds braided together.
Three Poems
by Elizabeth Robinson
November 18, 2020
Where there is no fact, there can be no consolation. 

We chose to be plural in the presumed grace of what

is presumed to be moving in the dark. 
Nuntle Shtuli
by C. P. Boyko
November 11, 2020
You, Shtuli, went to a school and sang a few songs.
            The children, with skybright eyes, listened rapt, their mouths hanging moistly open.

Strumming my balalaika, I, Shtuli, sang.

Shtuli, you asked Asfalyi, your child, to come to a noisejazz concert with you.
            “I’d rather stay home and read my grimoire tonight, to be honest, Boombi,” Asfalyi said.
            “That’s all right,” you gloomily said. “I’ll go by myself.”
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