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12.20.11
Greyhounds
by Emma Smith-Stevens
When James bites his nails. When James kisses a woman. When James uses drugs.  [...]
12.13.11
From Electric Light Parade
by Karen Lepri
STATISTICS

Age: 3 years

Season: Summer

Neck: Supple

Sensory Exam: No loss

Eyes: Pronounced [...]
12.06.11
A Good Name for an Animal
by Marianne Jay
I love a thief. No particular thief. I love a thief in general. I love a thief the way I love a cup of tea, a winter storm, a house of cards.  [...]
11.29.11
In These Times the Home Is a Tired Place
by Jessica Hollander
Only one dream the mother remembered: driving, dead bodies on the road, the word PAPER large and black on a billboard. [...]
11.15.11
Ten Poems
by Kerry Banazek
Get in at the who’s-to-tells. With the firsts and a first Pacific mouth.  [...]
11.01.11
The Agnostic Grappler’s Itinerary
by Sean Casey
An entirely unfamiliar older gentleman drove me across a bare countryside. [...]
10.25.11
Another Girl, Another Planet
by Luke Andrew Geddes
Sex in outer space is not that different. [...]
10.18.11
The Hinge Trees
by Elizabeth Robinson
Here is where you were. [...]
10.04.11
Five Poems
by Sarah Gridley
One helped undo the rippled look of things beyond the pane. One called for writing on the pane. One seemed to aim at suffocation.  [...]
09.27.11
Nine Poems
by Emily Carr
Hollereyed the moon tries on gas station, soda machine, locked/ toilet, linedried bedsheets, a caterpillar fording yard dirt. [...]
09.20.11
The Father and the Father
by Jeremy Adam Smith
We turned and we turned and as we turned my father became one of the void-eyed horses that never stopped galloping. [...]
09.13.11
From The Victor Poems
by Anthony Caleshu
So long without women, we’re thinking of women. [...]
09.06.11
One Hundred Characters
by Sam Allingham
Your brother, the first boy you ever kissed. Your sister, the first person your brother ever kissed. Your mother, who has never kissed anyone, to your knowledge, since the age of thirty-seven. [...]
08.30.11
The French Knew How to Wave
by Diana Wagman
“I want a cigarette.” You must say this with a French accent. [...]
07.19.11
Five Poems
by Steven Toussaint
ore poured
through ode

and hissed forth
the dread

child shape: O
creation floods  [...]
07.06.11
Et In Acadiana Ego
by Valerie Martin
When Father Desmond excommunicated Mathilde Benoit, denying her the benefit of the sacraments, he wrote an account of his complaint against her. [...]
06.28.11
Two Poems
by Camille Guthrie
It makes a difference whether he is rosy-fingered/ or trigger-fingered. [...]
06.21.11
The Commander Is Oppressed His Tongues
by Michael Pearce
The commander visits his collection every day now. [...]
06.14.11
Three Poems
by Gerard Malanga
He certainly wasn’t thinking “the emancipation of dissonance,”/ as Schöenberg put it, slouched as he was, rumpled tie and all [...]
06.07.11
Players, Tawkers, Spawts
by John Domini
Listen, I’m not saying you don’t have a movie. Two girls and a guy and the Mars Rover, that’s a movie. Come tomorrow morning, you pitch that right, you won’t be riding this shuttle home empty-handed. [...]
05.31.11
Last Year at Schlangenbad
by Joan Harvey
These trips that begin on airplanes and end on airplanes. [...]
05.25.11
From The Kaleidoscopic Almanac and Seed Catalogue, with Notes
by Chris Hosea
Born to be. Under amplified sermons cliffs erode. All this they wrote out and folded before leaving. [...]
05.18.11
Two Poems
by Lindsay Turner
Woke from not sleeping going through the words [...]
05.10.11
An Interview
by Damon Galgut
interview by Kianoosh Hashemzadeh
Memoir, as it happens, is a very popular form in South Africa right now, especially because there’s this sense of unspoken history that’s being reclaimed at the moment. [...]
05.03.11
Eleven Stories
by Osama Alomar
translated by C. J. Collins
The candle was astounded to see the widow as she wept for her recently deceased husband. [...]
04.26.11
Four Poems
by Malinda Markham
Bones wired for strength we are less gullible than a feast but more sturdy. [...]
04.10.11
Crickets
by Ian Goodale
Her hands began to run limping crickets over the wounds of the body before her [...]
04.01.11
Leisure
by Brian Conn
We are in a haunted house. Our first game is played with dice. [...]
03.25.11
Three Stories
by Kim Chinquee
After weeks away, and days on the road, I scan my studio apartment. [...]
03.18.11
Bite
by Kyle Winkler
Emily bit her baby. It started with the toes and the feet. The little pink baby feet. [...]
03.04.11
News of the Fall of Troy
by G. C. Waldrep
(what is important is that history be
silent          (for a moment [...]
02.26.11
Two Poems
by Andrea Scott
Nights when the gates closed, the bullets shot,—
Song. And then a cry deeper. Hung at the wrists of night leaves.  [...]
02.18.11
Cultivation
by Brooks Sterritt
The process begins with a five-gallon bucket, preferably blue. [...]
02.11.11
Four Poems
by Matthew Gagnon
He awaits the breaking 
news of the nuclei    flaking outward [...]
02.04.11
North Mozia
by Edward Helfers
In 1997, The Foundation for Life-Prolongation Science calculated the average lifespan of first-generation Adrozians to be 120.3 years of age; many in the second generation are still living. [...]
01.25.11
The Flesh-Murmurers
by Daniel Borzutzky
The trees went away and the poles went away and the stop signs went away and the birds went away [...]
01.18.11
Princess of Desire
by Maya Sonenberg
I was merely his customer: that’s what she said. [...]
01.11.11
Third Person Singular
by Rosmarie Waldrop
I says the speaker, the subject. [...]
01.04.11
Logorrhea
by Laura Valeri
The obstetrician was the first to notice. [...]

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Vol. 80
Conjunctions:80
Ways of Water
Spring 2023
Edited by Bradford Morrow

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Zoop
by Jess Arndt
May 31, 2023
Ice worms first start communing with me in Forlandsundet, a miles-deep sound north of the Greenland Sea. I don’t speak Norwegian, but I can parse: For. Land. Sun. It’s completely black outside. Det means “that or it.” Det, that’s easy, I’ve been one all my life.

The KV Svalbard is an icebreaker. From the foredeck, the rocky screes sweeping west are the planet’s emptiest place. No one between us and the North Pole.

“Det,” I hear, “Oi Det.” I can’t locate the strange, oblong voice, more of a nose whistle. Near me? but not inside me. I soon give up.
Rainmaking
by Lindsey Drager
May 24, 2023
Of course the book she writes—the lesser book, the book about nothing—becomes a popular text, one that readers adore. When they ask her what she will write next, she says she is going to write the book over. Over? they ask her.
       Again, she says. She isn’t really a writer, she tells them, she’s a transcriber. She transcribes stories.
       Across languages? they ask.
       No, she says. That would be translation. I used to do that but stopped, she says. Now I transcribe. I take texts and transcribe them into another version of the same language.
       So you rewrite, they say.
       No, she says. You’ll see.
The Wave Readers
by Kristin Posehn
May 18, 2023
For thousands of years, the peoples of the Marshall Islands have entertained a bustling interisland travel by canoe and small sailing craft without any of the tools—compass, sextant, nautical charts, and, these days, GPS—on which the rest of the world has depended. Within a purely oral tradition, Marshallese navigators developed a highly refined system of voyaging, relying entirely on their senses to decipher the subtlest of codes in the aqueous environment. Theirs has always been a world of waves.