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Brent Armendinger
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Brent Armendinger’s most recent book is Street Gloss (The Operating System), a hybrid work of site-specific poetry and experimental translation, featuring Argentinian writers Alejandro Méndez, Mercedes Roffé, Fabián Casas, Néstor Perlongher, and Diana Bellessi, and drawings by Alpe Romero. He is also the author of The Ghost in Us Was Multiplying (Noemi Press), a finalist for the California Book Award in Poetry. He began "The Afterforest" as a daily ritual of sitting with trees at Blue Mountain Center in the Adirondacks. Brent teaches creative writing at Pitzer College and lives in Los Angeles.

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Vol. 82
Conjunctions:82
Works & Days
Spring 2024
Bradford Morrow

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Confessions of a Thief
by Jeffery Renard Allen
April 24, 2024
The July morning was alive with a sound in the air, strange communications, the acoustics of the big yard amplifying each rustle, each wave. Odd creatures glittering on the ground. Herds spread lavishly, a wilderness of transparent wings, bug eyes, a mosaic of glassy fragments. Glinting. They covered the grass, the sidewalk, covered the branches of the trees.
One-Eyed Jack
by Rick Moody
April 17, 2024
The sound reverberated in my sense of what was right and reliable in the world like drone weaponry, and what I wanted to ask was: what business have you left undone, and did you do a thing you so regretted that you can’t let go of it, was there a person you cut off, when sympathy would have been the better gesture, was there a person you trod on to get ahead in your sales job, speaking ill of them, so that they were forever harmed, did you say something awful about a friend in school, did you call a friend the worst of names in middle school, because it was a thing they said then, the boys did that, only to find, later on, that you loved that boy in a way . . . .
Seven Poems
by Leah Flax Barber
April 10, 2024
I do not like old water.

The water in the ocean is old

The lake is old

But maybe it’s not

Subject to the logic of time, of old and new.

Water.