Contributors

Peter Cole

Contributor History

Rift, Conjunctions:6
Leviticus and Four Poems, Conjunctions:9
on Michael McClure, Conjunctions:9
on William Bronk, Conjunctions:11
Ambit, Conjunctions:12
on Edmond Jabès, Conjunctions:14
One to Bet: A Jerusalem Pamphlet, Conjunctions:15
On the Death and Existence of Isaac His Brother (after the Hebrew of Samuel Hanagid, also known as Ismail Ibn Nagrela), Conjunctions:17
From Island to Island, Conjunctions:23
From Speech’s Hedge Where the Honey, Conjunctions:23
Proverbial Drawing, Conjunctions:35
The Shunra and the Schmetterling, Conjunctions:37
Four Poems of the Kabbalah, Conjunctions:38
Why Does the World Out There Seem, Conjunctions:50
Aleph’s Bet, Conjunctions:76

Biography

Peter Cole’s most recent publications are Hymns & Qualms: New and Selected Poems and Translations (Farrar, Straus and Giroux) and a chapbook, On Being Drawn: An Ekphrastic Translation, with Commentary (Cahier Editions/Sylph). He was named a MacArthur Fellow in 2007.

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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