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"Poetry is our essential language, and it is as essential to me as breathing."
Celebrating the release of Conjunctions:84, We Love All We Voices by sharing the piece that opens the issue, a lecture by Arthur Sze!
NEW this week online, seven poems by Andrew Maxwell!
We know that with the recent abysmal NEA news many worthwhile literary organizations are asking for your support right now. We thank you for donating to Conjunctions what you can! ❤️
We’ll be showcasing some of Julia’s fiction on our homepage, but we wanted to share her letter too because it so beautifully illustrates why we do what we do and why we aspire to continue.
Your generous donations are crucial in making this dream a reality.
This week online, we’re sharing a letter from Julia Elliott that was written as a tribute for a farewell celebration at Bard. As many of you know, Bard is ending our institutional support, and we are embarking on a new, independent chapter in challenging times.
"Memory lies between rhythm."
Honored to have published this Edgar! Thank you @mysterywriters.bsky.social and congratulations @erikakrouse.bsky.social !
On International Workers’ Day, we received a fitting surprise: “Lords of the Wind,” a story by Yxta Maya Murray that spans several United Farm Workers protests, was awarded a Pushcart Prize. We’re thrilled to share it online today!
April is for poetry.
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On every Earth Day, we think of Conjunctions:73, Earth Elegies. This year, we’ve decided to share the piece that opens the issue, which remembers Brazil nut foragers and eco-martyrs Maria do Espírito Santo da Silva and Zé Cláudio Ribeiro da Silva.
These events are free and open to the public. Hope to see you there!
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Next week, Bard College celebrates thirty-five years as Conjunctions’ publisher with two special events, including a reading featuring Forrest Gander. To mark the occasion, we’ve made Gander’s first publication in Conjunctions available online.
"He knows where the pasture cools, where the wild fires. He knows where the weather’s happening.
He has ten strong cows, a dog.
The cows he knows by name, the trees he knows by name.
The hill—for he stands on a hill—is shrubbed with conifers."
Thanks for embarking with us on this new chapter! ♥️♥️♥️
Everyone who generously donated, in spite of the uncertainty of our times. We appreciate you dreaming big, valuing the work we do, and forgiving our awkwardness, as we are much more comfortable discussing literature than asking for money!
Everyone who attended—contributors, editors, readers, neighbors, friends—it was so great to see you and even meet some of you in person for the first time!
Our new treasured friend and incredible host ELIZABETH DEWBERRY, a true supporter of the arts and skilled baker of chocolate chip cookies. 🍪
IRA SILVERBERG, a friend, advisor, and activist from the very beginning, who helped us organize this event and whose advocacy and energy are invaluable.
MARY GANNON of @clmporg.bsky.social , whose help and support has made envisioning our future possible, for saying a few introductory words and for quoting our editor BRADFORD MORROW who said during an award ceremony in his honor that "there’s nothing little about little magazines."
2025 T.S. Eliot Poetry Prize winner PETER GIZZI for sharing his poetry and memories of the origins of Conjunctions, when it was the journal in which he made his first appearance in print.
A huge thank you to everyone who made our first ever Conjunctions Benefit Salon a night to remember! Special thanks to:
Last night, at our very first benefit salon, we raised a glass, raised funds for the future, and celebrated the amazing contributors who’ve kept Conjunctions going for more than 40 years. One of those many amazing contributors is Peter Gizzi. Check out his work!
In honor of Women’s History Month, a firebrand story by THE Margaret Atwood, which was originally published in Conjunctions:83. Told through only dialogue, a ghost avenges the girl she was by reviving, in death, a broken promise of “I’ll love you forever.” 🖤 🖤 🖤
A photo of a stack of old photos in an old woman's lap. She has white wrinkled skin and her feet are slipped and resting on a bright green, yellow, red, and blue rug. Text on a yellow background reads "She Forgot" and "Rick Moody."
Yellow background with kelly green text that reads, "She forgot everything that was mundane and everything that was humdrum, and so there was no mundanity. The taste of toothpaste. A cup full of water, light refracted in it."
NEW this week online, a memorable piece from the archive in honor of Rick Moody's upcoming reading. Hope you can join us on the 31st!
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Black and white author photo of Rick Moody. In addition to his name, the text framing the image reads "The Innovative Contemporary Fiction Reading Series Presents" and "Introduced by Bradford Morrow."
Join us for a reading with Rick Moody!
Monday, March 31
4 p.m.
Weis Cinema, Bard College
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Shadowy painting of an empty sitting room of what resembles Austro Hungarian opulence. Text underneath the image reads, "Hotel, Aleš Šteger, translated by Brian Henry."
Rasin mauve background with pale yellow text that reads, "Maybe this is the only thing left for us after the war: rumors. It doesn't matter whether someone believes them or not. In our country, we know that everything is true, what anyone says or thinks. That's why we all remain silent. We are silent and we go on living."
"In our country, we know that everything is true, what anyone says or thinks."
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