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Plume Issue #156 August 2024

Casas en Alto, Xul Solar (Oscar Agustín Alejandro Schulz Solari), 1922

  • Five Poems

    His Dublin sister, two sons,

  • Loosestrife

    The cities changed hands. In the course

  • “Under Construction, An Ekphrastic Essay” by Richard Hoffman and JD Scrimgeour

    This month’s collaborative video essay “Under Construction, An Ekphrastic Essay” by Richard Hoffman and JD Scrimgeour assays Salvador Dali’s horrific…

    Plume Issue #156 August 2024

  • Three Poems translated from Chinese by Steven Bradbury

    The ancient Greeks believed that if you took everything

  • On making disorder make sense, on learning the voice of another: Interview with poet and translator David Rigsbee by Mihaela Moscaliuc and Judith Vollmer

    On making disorder make sense, on learning the voice of another: Interview with poet and translator David Rigsbee by Mihaela…

    Plume Issue #156 August 2024

  • Weaver, Mort and Threefoot, et. al.

    Elizabeth Weaver on “What Was Left Out,”: This poem started after a period of time when I hadn’t been able…

    Plume Issue #156 August 2024

  • Victoria Chang’s With My Back to the World reviewed by Linda Mills Woolsey

    Victoria Chang’s With My Back to the World is a stunning book that merges fiercely disciplined form with wild thought and mordant wit.
    Plume Issue #156 August 2024

  • Three Poems

    They watch her watching them, the spirits.

  • The White Door and White Green Red Tree Stone Sun

    I made an offering and left the shore.

  • Two Poems

    Deer sniff red November

  • A Brief Portfolio

    I meant to be talking of the huge cargo ship

  • Father and Analysand

    Shy in houndstooth, white hair and a smoke

  • Sunday in Gdansk

    In the Gdansk inner harbor

  • Who Will Plant the Seeds of Svalbard and Orchard Fruit: Grafting

    as far north you go     as night you go night 

  • What Was Left Out

    was the skirt my sister bought with the prize money

  • Poem With A Ghost Town

    I am the town that everyone left

  • Pip

    Withered pip of a boy, now grey and halt