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While plagues have historically fostered every kind of loss—of freedom, of livelihood, of hope, of life itself—the isolation of grim eras such as the one we are now experiencing can also provoke introspection, fresh curiosity, and, with luck and mettle, singular creativity. If necessity is the mother of invention, so can deprivation generate art that might not otherwise have come into being, the constraints of sequestration thus giving rise to many voices and visions.

Blaise Pascal famously wrote, “All of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone.” While the writings in Conjunctions:75, Dispatches from Solitude, cannot resolve all of humanity’s problems, they tend toward celebrating, even in ways that aren’t all bliss and rainbows, the myriad meanings of what it is to be alive at a time of full-on global affliction. The very act of writing, no matter how sociable and gregarious a writer may be when stepping away from the worktable, is customarily one of solitude. The writer is often alone, often mute, detached from the world outside the window, scarcely moving for hours on end as whole prodigious universes emerge in graphite word trails on paper or pixelated sentences on laptop screens. It’s from this solitude that the literary dispatches here all derive, carrying the reader off into worlds far beyond any hermitage.

For our seventy-fifth issue we are gathering fiction, poetry, essays, and genre-bending work from writers far and wide who—despite the deficits of quarantine, self-isolation, and distancing—are closely bonded by a shared embrace of the written word and its ineffable powers of expression. Contributors will include H. G. Carrillo, Susan Daitch, Clare Beams, John Yau, Rick Moody, Nathaniel Mackey, Francine Prose, Michael Ives, and others.

Between now and September 1st, please send us your provocative, innovative, risk-taking fiction, poetry, and narrative nonfiction.

Click here for submission guidelines. We look forward to reading your work!

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Vol. 74
Grendel’s Kin: The Monsters Issue
Spring 2020
Edited by Bradford Morrow

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June 30, 2020
The bones and crosses left out for him an emerald

Cicada dying attended by ants the emperor’s pleading face

All over town I dragged it behind me like a wing
A Selected Text from Conjunctions:74, Grendel’s Kin: The Monsters Issue
June 29, 2020
Quisa had fallen into the habit of disappointing herself, and then disappointing herself a little more, with the words she let slip from her mouth. She kept talking to people in this hungry, intimate way, as if they too had spent the time of their lives in their heads and read the warning labels too closely and worried irrationally about their lymph nodes. Accidental confessions are what these amounted to.
June 23, 2020
Four cops come. Both parents are arrested, D&D. The children—William, six, and Stephanie, three—are taken by CPS.

     The neighborhood will be quiet for almost two weeks.
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