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ONLINE ADVERTISING

To ensure maximum exposure, each ad featured on Conjunctions’ website appears on our homepage, on the front pages of our Online, Selected Texts, and Multimedia sections, and on all conjunctions.com pages within our Store, Advertise, About Us, and Support sections. Reservations for online ad space may be made at any time by emailing [email protected].

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One month: $300
Two months: $500

Online ad specs

Format: JPG, GIF, or TIFF
Color: RGB
Ad height: 227 pixels (a small amount of wiggle room is allowed for ad height)
Ad width: exactly 271 pixels
Resolution: 72ppi

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Ad space is available in each spring and fall issue of Conjunctions. For spring issues, ads must be received by March 1, and we recommend reserving space no later than February 1. For fall issues, ads must be received by September 1, and we recommend reserving ad space no later than August 1.

Print ad rates

Full-page ad: $150
Two facing full-page ads: $250

Print ad specs

Format: TIFF (preferred) or JPG only—no PDFs, please
Color: CMYK grayscale / B&W
Ad dimensions: exactly 4.5"W X 7.5"H, (Trim size: 6"W X 9"H)
Resolution: Minimum 300ppi

Please contact us if you are interested in placing an ad, or if you wish to be advised of the themes or contributors for upcoming issues.

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In Print

Conjunctions:82

Works & Days

Spring 2024
Bradford Morrow

Online

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.

Farewell to the Damned

by Marcus Spiegel

August 14, 2024

Maybe the Leather Skulls were no longer the titans of the death metal scene they used to be in the late eighties. Were they titans then? They had a following, a snug cult of enthusiasts. Their admirers were scarcer now, sure, but as they circled the continent on their latest comeback tour in honor of their eleventh album, The Devils He Casteth Out, the band could still fill bars and small ornate theaters with diehards—haggard bikers and their biker wives, with jazzed up hair and fatal shades of lipstick. The concerts were like nostalgia galas, reenactments of the past. One more spin on the crazy train.