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Conjunctions at the Brooklyn Book Festival
For free goodies & a smorgasbord of rare and new issues, see booth 228
Sunday, September 17, 2017
10:00 am – 6:00 pm EDT/GMT-4
Columbus Park, Brooklyn NY
 [Conjunctions at the Brooklyn Book Festival] Dangerous readers of NYC, Conjunctions can't wait to see you Sunday, September 17th, for the Brooklyn Book Festival!

Conjunctions will be at booth 228 in Columbus Park, outside Brooklyn Borough Hall, from 10:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m., tempting you with an array of free bookmarks, stickers, and magnets, not to mention a jaw-dropping selection of issues marked down to $5: collections of artist-writer collaborations, of Caribbean authors, of new-wave fabulism, of remade fairy tales, of dark comedy, of verbal architectures, and more.

Please come say hello, then pillage and plunder! We love to meet our authors' fans, and we'll be out rain or shine (but probably shine, we hear!). You can get there on the wings of literature, aka the A, C, F, R, 2, 3, 4, and 5 trains (track work allowing).

Contact: Micaela Morrissette, conjunctions@bard.edu, 845-758-7054

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

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April 14, 2021
When you think of white do you think of Rembrandt
in darkness          pockmarked     a sieve or a monkfish
Ahead now     ahead then:       ash        scrub pine        shade
and Penny –– then twelve        then my brother’s sole friend 
April 7, 2021
To sing’s to field thought’s
failed arrow, then drop it,

as sadness surprises,
as always, then doesn’t,

its record all rumors, bits
of lithic in its meat,
March 31, 2021
Underneath the electric microscope frass gathered like a word no one could pronounce, or something children left in a cage. Sugar ants were gorging on the corpse of a cicada next to the front door. Soon four golden mounds were theirs, to carry back in their lemony bellies to the queen. I have a box of nine suns set on spikes, a pair of gray bags concealing speakers. I am your teacher, said the teacher, alone in a room. If there is a predicate to this.
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