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Plume Issue #154 June 2024

Otto Dix, Portrait of the Journalist Sylvia von Harden, 1926

  • Mitchell | Nieves

    Our mutual friend, the late and beloved poet Lee Sharkey, urged me to contact John A. Nieves
    Station to Station

  • The Last Phonebooth

    The last phone booth on the planet smells

  • Vasantkumar, Laichas, Clark et. al.

    Chris Vasantkumar on “I Can’t Tell if the Light…”: Parts of it might read as surrealism but this poem is…

    Plume Issue #154 June 2024

  • Wind and Shadows: In Pursuit of a Grandfather’s Story: A Conversation with Tyler Mills by Frances Richey

    Wind and Shadows: In Pursuit of a Grandfather’s Story A Conversation with Tyler Mills by Frances Richey In early April,…

    Plume Issue #154 June 2024

  • A Brief Portfolio

    He’s nowhere now.

  • Guardian Angels Witness More Lives Than Yours

    You are eight years old.

  • Post Mortem

    You might not see the bodies in the famous photo

  • The Literary Fragment, Black Humor, and the Ampersand: Three Short Essays by Peter Johnson

    I want to talk about the “literary fragment.”
    Plume Issue #154 June 2024

  • Three prose poems by Marie Lundquist translated from Swedish by Malena Mörling

    Three prose poems by Marie Lundquist translated from Swedish by Malena Mörling   The nights when you practice tenderness, the…

  • Dan O’Brien’s ‘Survivor’s Notebook’ reviewed by Amanda Newell

    It would be easy enough to call Dan O’Brien’s latest collection, Survivor’s Notebook, a prose-poem sequence—it’s what the book calls itself.
    Plume Issue #154 June 2024

  • SHINE, NOT BURN

    Just at that point

  • Two Poems

    I could never say anything about my father

  • Repair

    In this, our chapter on enamelware

  • Chaja-Lea Returns

    This is where we were

  • Three Poems

    I gave my mother

  • I Can’t Tell If the Light Is Whispering “Loss” in My Ear or Imprinting Darkness on My Body

    At the last house,

  • A Brief Portfolio

    When the light goes out, and the book is set down

  • Checkerboard Mesa

    Dear mesa, dome of rock, do you remember your deep past?