Contributors

Marjorie Welish

Contributor History

Wild Sleeve, Conjunctions:5
Talking About Here, Conjunctions:7
Two Poems, Conjunctions:9
A Full Hand, Conjunctions:11
Two Poems, Conjunctions:14
Three Poems, Conjunctions:15
For Four Violins, Conjunctions:16
Grace’s Tree, I, Conjunctions:19
Corresponding Saints, Conjunctions:24
Delight Instruct, Conjunctions:35
Diagramming Here: An Interview, Online 08-17-2004
Two Poems, Online 01-24-2006
Isle of the Signatories, Conjunctions:47
The Double Dream of Spring Would Like to Make a Few Statements (The Double Dream of Spring, 1970), Conjunctions:49
Four Poems, Conjunctions:55
Prospects Of and At, Conjunctions:60
Folding Cythera, Conjunctions:62
Folding Cythera, Conjunctions:62 (mp3, 00:13:02)
Two Poems, Online 11-26-2019

Biography

Marjorie Welish’s recent books of poetry include In the Futurity Lounge / Asylum for Indeterminacy and So What So That (both Coffee House).

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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