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from Nothing in the Dark
My mother would assuage my childhood night-fears by saying There's nothing in the dark that you can't see during
Fred Muratori
Evening
The blue chair on the terrace, coffee, evening,
Cees Nooteboom
In the Vanguard
It takes a few notes, a very few notes, to undo the bare bones of a person. Where formerly we were piecework in a
Ira Sadoff
1945
The winter trees offer no shade no shelter.
Jean Valentine
The Easy Way to Stop Drinking
We are as flies in a pitcher plant,
Kim Addonizio
What is Pleasure
The supreme pleasure of love
Angela Ball
What God Says | Creek
What you don’t know is that when you lay
Kwame Dawes
The Living and the Dead | Arrest Warrant
I already came here several times this year, aside from the pilgrimage
Ales Debeljak
Halfway Through Civilization, Late to Another
meeting for grown-ups, i hurry across campus,
Brenda Hillman
The Recognizable | Poem Beginning with a Line by C. Dale Young
Like when an irresistible force
Troy Jollimore
Birds There is No Moon
Birds there is no moon
Dorothea Lasky
Wraith
I never walk past that gate I don’t recall a rifle butt, two sharp yelps,
Davis McCombs
On Thumbing Through Smith’s Recognizable Patterns of Human Malformation
And what of the bird-headed dwarfs
Alan Shapiro
No Nonsense | The Layout
Split off for a sec
Charlie Smith
A Wedding in the Hotel
Sorry, the dining room’s closed:
Chase Twichell
Serial
I figure four times, you make it five
Andrew Wachtel
She Leans
A house: scoured and scarred by wind, its unpainted
Lisa Russ Spaar
Stone Arabia
The horses bisect the field
Mark Wunderlich
Ode to Cabeza de Vaca
What good is it to see for miles and miles,
Bruce Weigl
The Park from Above
What scared them? Scores of wild green parrots
Chase Twichell
Glimmer Train | Strike-Slip
Redwinged blackbirds in the cattail pond—
Arthur Sze
Georges de la Tour! Georges de la Tour! | Metka | The Cross
I see how you climb!
Tomaž Šalamun
Tenderly
I see how you climb!
Sandra McPherson
The Sudden Walk
When evening comes to find you still
Devin Johnston
Else
At the first instance, to amuse others,
April Bernard
How Self-Consciousness Counts
Why in hell should anyone understand
Stephen Todd Booker
Which Makes Me, I Guess, the Muddy Colorado
What we learn from most pornography is
Patrick Donnelly
Frog Dream in July for Lucio’s Brother
I am a frog; I can
David Shapiro
BUSH | SERIAL
Warms thieves.
Diane Vreuls
House of Clouds | Song
Clouds float over Giudecca Island,
Meena Alexander
The Little Engine
He is not an engine that could. Busted up, broken and backward, call him “fucked-up,”
Rebecca Cook
He Was Amazed
He was amazed by the curve of his life. What he thought unique had made its arc like any other, as if life had
Stephen Dobyns
Home
Those last days in Hollywood—
Dana Goodyear
Impressionist
Once it was declared awful because it was brilliant
Jennifer Grotz
The Oklahoma Purchase
William Howard Taft wouldn’t drink before dark.
Brian Henry
36.
A woman was choked by a metal shackle
Louis Calaferte
Six Blessings and a Curse
Weigh odds. Pray. Pay bills.
Richard Kenney
For Night to Fall
You could tell from the start that the best
Carl Phillips
The Museum of Mortal Sins | Soul
We stood up to our waists in the icy water
Anzhelina Polonskaya
Honor Guard
Who does this body
D.A. Powell
Me Showering
I am showering, which isn’t much in itself
Alberto Rios
How to Topple a Kingdom
Read overly-detailed novels. Prefer
Dick Allen
En Route
All over wherever we are the waves are making
J.T. Barbarese
Tool & Shade
A brush of two minds still
Marianne Boruch
Were We So Fragile?
What promises didn’t you deliver, beautiful Life!
René Char
Henry’s Song
Sometimes sitting in a friend's backyard on a fall evening
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
Say You’re Don Giovanni
Say you’re Don Giovanni Giovanni and you make
David Kirby
The Mind Sliding
around inside the scene:
Wayne Miller
Hurricane: Hera | Squall: Echo
You never hear of Ixion, tied to a revolving wheel,
Ange Mlinko
Of All the Birds
The magpie I like least,
Andrew Motion
Before They Came For Us | Civilian Exiting the Facilities | Table for Six
They met in the woods below our homes, brought their sawed-off shotguns and
Idra Novey
Faust 1972
This time, Faust was a nursing mother --
Sharon Olds
Arrow Boy
They see her as a genie in a pager.
Martha Serpas
Zen Dictionary
In the Zen Dictionary, intention
Dick Allen
Ars Polis
way too human too fast way too boring too quick
Andrei Codrescu
Home Life
I was sitting still in an armchair
Billy Collins
Firing My Father’s Mossberg
At the shooting range,
Dzvinia Orlowsky
ANY SINGLE THING | OFFERS OF SKY | THE EQUATION MUST BE BEAUTIFUL
At the shooting range,
Rosmarie Waldrop
Carbide
As he approached the river a little Fiat drew off the main road and parked among
A.L. Snijders
Snow Day, by Jerome Sala
The camera in the other room points and clicks
Jerome Sala
Pink is the Navy Blue of India
Flea market guy tells me the pornos are five dollars
David Kirby
Reflection
I am a lion
Eliza Griswold
The Bird that Begins it
In the world-famous night which is already flinging away bits of dark but not
Jorie Graham
Tolstoi Learned to Ride a Bike at an Age When Most of Us Cash in Chips by Annette Barnes & Stuart Friebert
There we were, watching the parade, while he climbed up
Annette Barnes
Issue 9 Editor’s Note
To our Readers: Welcome to Issue #9 of Plume. Briefly — comme d’habitude —- In this issue,…
Plume
Issue #9 March 2012
Far Country
When you were in that country
Lee Upton
Creek
Now it is easy to find where the creek dwindles, where it thickens at last, where its
Carrie Causey
Travel Light
By all means take my suitcase, which now again
Pia Tafdrup
Trouble
And so it took shape, & from what.
Lisa Russ Spaar
The Freud Museum
It’s 1938. Here’s moss on red brick
Ruth Padel
Crazy Hairdo, Crazier Head | Some Things to Consider Before We Proceed
Spector pinned down twins LaFlora and LaFauna like butterflies, trimmed their
Jennifer L. Knox
To Say
There are dead children all over and under this earth
Leslie Harrison
Booklet, Hand-Pressed Paper, Containing Locks of School-Children’s Hair, c. 1861
Wound on a bobbin like thread. Woven into a wreath
Nicole Cooley
How to Pray
Falling down on your knees is the easy part, like drinking
Barbara Hamby
Zacharia, Malachi
When the shepherd is stricken
Paul Hoover
The Third Visitor
The Third Visitor understands
Dick Allen
Dentist, Mexico, 1959
The room was big, not small.
Alberto Rios
κάθαρσης
Dr. Clark ordered daisies
Ron Smith
Bosnia, Kentucky
Court documents say her name is Azra Bašic. In 1992, twin knives
Ellen Bass
A Toy Airplane
The tumor
Kevin Prufer
N18P6
the shape doesn’t
Hank Lazer
The Beautiful Hand
Not a word.
Laura Kasischke
Poem
I’m going to pretend I’m a painter and just
Jeffrey Harrison
Unified Theory
The night is blue and staggered with stars.
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
Imagined Corners
At the corner where the transept cuts the nave,
Christina Pugh
Edna St. Vincent, M.F.A.
Chic and petite, blind to her destiny
Mary Jo Salter
The Mirror
We dream of two dragons
Norman Dubie
Moment of Truth
A matador imagines he has
Andrea Cohen
Nude with Pebbles
Flowers fall. And I noticed
Ralph Angel
Ready to Be the Lover She Remembers Forever
The gods are everywhere
Hsia Yü
Throw it All Away
My granddaughter who. The one alive in speech descends. A plate
Jeffrey Skinner
Ars Poetica
The dark night caught Jerome by surprise
Eduardo Chirinos
Pour Ainsi Dire
Drinking. What is boozing? If not a liquid manner of corresponding, thanks to wine,
Georges Perros
Zodiacal Light: A Dialogue
To see it, you look to the north
Patricia Clark
Plume
The old wheelbarrow aimed like a cannon
Dorianne Laux
Ödön von Horváth | Brief Incident in Short a, Long a, and Schwa | My Friend’s Creation | Contingency (Vs. Necessity)
Cat, gray tabby, calm, watches large, black ant. Man, rapt, stands staring at cat and
Lydia Davis
A Place
As a foreigner, I wasted a lot of energy
Bob Hicok
Preludium
In The Odyssey,
Christina Davis
Of Weeping
First there is the weeping one weeps when one reads a good poem,
Daniel Bosch
Barrage Balloons, Buck Alec, Bird Flu and You
First there is the weeping one weeps when one reads a good poem,
Paul Muldoon
In Memory
I remember the night my father died
Floyd Skloot
Vesuvius
No gazette ran the story,
R.T. Smith
The Ant’s Plunder
When I stuck out my hand to grab the iron door handle, a hidden ant attacked my right
Xi Chuan
My Heart in Evening
In the evening one hears the sharp shrieks of bats.
Georg Trakl
The Death of Erik Satie
The arches aspire to points
Ron Slate
Rare Moment
A clear choice
Lia Purpura
Three Fascinations
to wake to an alarm
Carol Moldaw
The Gone and the Going Away
The world I know keeps going farther
Maurice Manning
Tiger Story
Somewhere during my first or second year a tiger came into my life
Laird Hunt
An Oracle
Why does the line end sooner than the page?
Michael Collier
Home-Boys: Baby & Me (a Sapphic)
Ex-gang members. Driveby days over. Zero
Carol Muske-Dukes
from Landscapes on a Train
There once was a church. There once was a steeple. These things fall into
Cole Swensen
from “From Nothing”
One note, another, in the parlor’s angled light,
Daniel Tobin
News from Nowhere
The sea handles laundry
Fred D’Aguiar
Halloween
No gazette ran the story,
J.T. Barbarese
Wilhelmina Shakespeare
Blond hair, blue eyes, buck teeth: we taunted you
Rafael Campo
white paper #46
Obama Waffles Mix
Martha Collins
Duet
Their quest--what does the human body mean?--
David Huddle
Grave
Over the grave the bird will
Kuno Raeber
Inroad
The radiance that is always around us is incited
David Rivard
Cotton Candy
At first it gives like a sponge, elastically, and you think you’ll only make an
Maura Stanton
Notes on a 39-Year-Old Body
Most internal organs jiggle and glow and are rosy
Mary Szybist
Poems for the Absent One
Mother death,
Claire Malroux
To Fire
In my backyard, huddled over my magnifying
Lance Larsen
New Home
This house has no prehistory,
Lidija Dimkovska
Last Day in Coldwater
Our phone died due to lack
Jim Daniels
Rune
Not timber or bronze or iridium, not the old habits of species at a waterhole or the short
Maxine Chernoff
Showering Behind the Zodiac’s Curtain
When blue hangs around me, I am
Diane Wakoski
Thinly Veiled
In Alabama I learnt the difference between the state flag and the battle flag
Bruce Smith
Here at the Scene
How will I tell her particular tale
Robin Behn
Che Fai Di Bello
They are burning the fields in
Angie Estes
KRVAVÝ KOLENO
Why does the line end sooner than the page?
Sylva Fischerová
It Happened at Wind Sings, Trees Whisper Farm
The wind, broken and wild,
Judy Jordan
Fado Tropical
O mundo do rio
Mary Mackey
The Unmet Lover
Once I saw you in a freight elevator
D. Nurkse
On Contemplating a Sheep’s Skull
Skull aged so much in rain and heat,
John Kinsella
Powder
Yesterday I opened your pill box, and there
Mark Irwin
The Third Sequence: Time
Ribbon
Kimiko Hahn
Small Hut
I know you only in echo,
Tess Gallagher
Rembrandt, Self-Portrait, Age 51
Rembrandt, I aspire to your self-portraits
Peter Cooley
Another Argument with Jim About the Soul
You say I’d know it exists if
Stephen Dunn
Don’t Bum Out the Musicians
At St. Paul’s church, the musicians have heard it all.
Cornelius Eady
A Date With an Undertaker
He liked to bathe, dress,
Elaine Equi
Soup Teachers
we called them, the women who stood behind
Thomas Lux
A Fable: The Floss-Silk Tree and the Philodendron
In Brazil they call the floss-silk palo borracho
Peter Meinke
Late in October
Late in October, I watch
Linda Pastan
It’s Not Just Trains
The ticket office was closing
Lawrence Raab
Pitty-Pat
Oleander to the death of horses
Donald Revell
Don’t Pick the Cherries Yet
Don’t pick the cherries yet—
Maya Sarishvili
Widow
You cannot consider yourself a widow just because the full moon has gone
David Shumate
Leave It Lay Where Jesus Flung It
What a colossal wrong fall she took—that mastodon caught
Jane Springer
And
And
Keith Waldrop
The Hardworking Man
On the island where I grew up, the hardworking man is the ideal man. The
Nin Andrews
Focus
The point at which
Rae Armantrout
Fold
I pet my pet, I fear my fear, I torment my torment, I wear my wear, I tear my tear, I
Charles Bernstein
Missing
If I told you simply that the bed in the Baptist Hospital
Carl Dennis
Paradise
Our little vacation town in Spain is packed. The driving, slow. Things have changed
Denise Duhamel
The Lesson
It seems to me you don’t dare express yourself
Stuart Dybek
Late Portrait
Dried flowers everywhere. Greeting cards. China plates hung on walls, showing a
Amy Gerstler
Toussaint
The soul, you said, is this sour wind, or this empty glass, the tiny steps of insects, these white iron
Jean-Michel Maulpoix
Like Body
one light series discrete
G.C. Waldrep
Mother Doesn’t Bite
I bite instead and she needs salt,
Terese Svoboda
The Remaining Breast
I was showing my sister something about my breasts.
Alicia Ostriker
A Back Road Near Calais, 1961
A Back Road Near Calais, 1961
Mark Jarman
A Nocturnal Upon Saint Charles Yeager’s Day
Here comes that sonic boom
Kimberly Johnson
Poem for Shang Qin
I’ve been digging my way toward you since the day I was born. I watch the
Christopher Kennedy
Today’s Comedy
Why Dante in summer?
Maureen N. McLane
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