Contributors

Rikki Ducornet

Contributor History

Two Stories , Conjunctions:26
The Many Tenses of Desire, Multimedia 10-18-1998 (mp3, 00:06:01)
From The Fan-Maker’s Inquisition, Conjunctions:32
From The Fan-Maker’s Inquisition, Conjunctions:32 (mp3, 00:04:57)
The Battlefields of Shiraz, Conjunctions:34
Grilled Pigeon and Counterpane Wars, Conjunctions:36
Sleeping with Schéhérazade, Conjunctions:37
The Deep Zoo, Conjunctions:38
The Ominous Philologist, Conjunctions:41
Three Tales, Conjunctions:44
A Secret Life , Conjunctions:45
Two Stories, Conjunctions:47
Two Stories, Conjunctions:48
Because His Youth Or The Parrot’s Spanish, Conjunctions:50
From Brightfellow, Conjunctions:63 (63:102-112)
Metamorphosis and the Surreal, Online 02-21-2017
Quiver’s Longing (AM Locus) — An Excerpt from Trafik, Online 05-21-2019
Pages from The Plotinus, Conjunctions:75

Biography

The author of fourteen books of fiction, Rikki Ducornet has received the Lannan Literary Award for Fiction and a Literature Award from the Academy of Arts and Letters. Her novella The Plotinus and her novel Trafik will both publish in 2021 with Coffee House Press. A writer and a painter, her novels are published in over a dozen languages and her paintings exhibited internationally. Her work is featured in The International Enclopedia of Surrealism, published May 2019 in London with Bloomsbury Books.

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In Print

Conjunctions:83

Revenants, The Ghost Issue

Fall 2024
Coedited by Joyce Carol Oates and Bradford Morrow

Online

The Family Night Watchman

Translated from Chinese by Deanna Ren

by Can Xue

November 13, 2024

In the South, on the nights of a sweltering summer, we children like to sleep in the middle of the road. No cars pass by overnight; everyone plops their water-cooled bamboo beds outside, and the moment of excitement arrives. Ah, the corpse drivers! Ah, the Spider Demon King! Ah, the Milky Way!

Drive

by Brian Evenson

November 6, 2024

His body had been in the trunk some hours already when she began to feel him next to her in the cab as well. She couldn’t see him at first, could only sense he was there. But soon the hair on her right arm stood up and the air beside her began to shimmer. Before she began to see him fully, she whipped her gaze away.

Donna

by James Brubaker

October 30, 2024

This house isn’t haunted, has never been, but that will change when, some years from now, I will sometimes feel a chill, and sometimes I will feel alone, and sometimes a voice will say, “Who are you and what have you done with Donna?” And I will try to respond, but I won’t know who Donna is, won’t even know a Donna. I fear I might someday learn.