Contributors

Brandon Hobson

Contributor History

Disfigurement, Online 02-07-2012
From The Book of a Thousand Deaths, Conjunctions:63 (63:225-230)
The Cardinal, Conjunctions:66
Terlingua, Conjunctions:68
How Tsala Entered the Spirit World and Became a Hawk, Conjunctions:71
Yonder Shines the Big Red Moon Over the Devil’s Lost Playground , Conjunctions:75
The Seed of the Wicked, Conjunctions:78

Biography

Brandon Hobson is the author of The Removed (Ecco, 2021); Where the Dead Sit Talking (Soho, 2018), which was a finalist for the 2018 National Book Award; and other books. His work has appeared in Conjunctions, NOON, McSweeney's, The Believer, American Short Fiction, Puerto del Sol, and in many other places. Currently an assistant professor at New Mexico State University, he also teaches in the MFA program at the Institute of American Indian Arts. Hobson is an enrolled citizen of the Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma.

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In Print

Conjunctions:80

Ways of Water

Spring 2023
Edited by Bradford Morrow

Online

The Rachel

by Rachel Blau DuPlessis

September 20, 2023

The Rachel stands tuned
to multiplicities,
aslant in a territory of longing,
where she becomes foreign.

What has she found?
She listens, acknowledges another sound,
diffuse, multiple,
pulsing thought, oscillations, whisperings,
never only one.

The Whorled

by Zachary Gary

September 13, 2023

I had yet to discover the source of that star, it came and it passed but from where it sprang and then fell to fading remained a mystery. In cycling its light lent its powers to coloring my tablecloth a lighter shade, relieving pigment from its duty to darken, except for those spots where I placed my bottles and cups, shielding only parts of the piece from fading, threads left closer to their original hues hewed to others abandoned as wraiths to their fates, a darker ring the mark of those who stayed behind.

Five Poems

by Donald Revell

September 6, 2023

Where the trees blackened, I saw,

Quickly, three deer lean into goldenness.

It seems, although wildfires rage

Out of control, this world remembers

Some portion of its first purposes:

Superfluous beauty