Contributors

Elizabeth Robinson

Contributor History

Three Dragons, Conjunctions:36
Hansel and Gretel, Conjunctions:38
Arrow, Conjunctions:41
Two Poems, Conjunctions:42
Boy , Conjunctions:45
From The Woman in White, Conjunctions:47
Crow & Robin, Conjunctions:49
The Picture of the Spirit, Online 01-07-2009
Modernist Poems, Conjunctions:53
Book Three: Romance, Online 12-28-2010
The Hinge Trees, Online 10-18-2011
On Repetition, Conjunctions:58
Four Poems, Conjunctions:63 (63:41-48)
Three Poems, Online 04-21-2015
Four Poems, Conjunctions:66
Five Provence Poems, Conjunctions:68
Exposure, Conjunctions:70
Exposure — A Selected Text from Conjunctions:70, Sanctuary: The Preservation Issue, Online 05-15-2018
Four Nights, Conjunctions:72
Bamiyan, Online 07-16-2019
Three Poems, Online 11-18-2020
Studies in Mortality, Conjunctions:78
Studies in Mortality , Online 06-08-2022
Tear Suite, Conjunctions:80
Desire Undone, Online 07-31-2024

Biography

Elizabeth Robinson is the author of the forthcoming poetry collection Being Modernists Together (Solid Objects) and Thirst & Surfeit (Threadsuns Press).

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In Print

Conjunctions:82

Works & Days

Spring 2024
Bradford Morrow

Online

Nuclear Herbarium

by Radha Marcum

September 11, 2024

With floret centers so prolific
they turn—furred caterpillar folds?
zipped mouths? burn marks?—
the quite contrary daisy faces grow
dense in Mary’s garden.

Four Poems

by Bob Hicok

September 4, 2024

He woke from a dream.

He was in the garage of an old house,
riding one of those toy horses
held to a metal frame by springs.
It was not very fast, not very curious
about the horizon.

Alligator

by David Ryan

August 21, 2024

I made sandwiches with the bresaola from the antipasto the afternoon before and some of the gouda I'd cut thinner from the cubes. I tried to feed the boy some of the gouda and a little bread, but he wouldn't have any. I suspected it was the traces of vinegar, they clashed with the white bread—it was all we had—or maybe it was just an odd new combination of flavors he didn't understand yet. But what was left over would likely get lost in the refrigerator where things were perpetually being pushed back behind more saved food, this striated order of aging and forgetting—food saved until eating what was left at the far back was unwise. Like memory, the economy of our minds repressing one moment for the next and leaving the past like a set of traps that might go off at any moment.

A Reading by Joyce Carol Oates

The internationally renowned writer will read from her work.

Monday, October 21, 2024

4:00 pm – 5:00 pm EDT/GMT-4

Chapel of the Holy Innocents