Plume Issue #159 November 2024

Igor Bozhko, “Untitled”

  • Sam Sax’s “Pig” reviewed by Timothy Liu

    Full disclosure: his latest book is overwhelming, a glutfest. Imagine walking into a restaurant and ordering off an eighty-plus-page menu that only serves some concoction of pork for every course offered (including dessert!).
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  • Interview with David Lloyd by Ramón García

    You are both a prolific scholar and a very productive poet. 
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  • Wenthe, Thorburn, Rhone Fancher, et. al.

    William Wenthe on “Fairy Tale”: This poem is part of a recently completed book manuscript, titled Auspices, which refers to an…

    Plume Issue #159 November 2024
  • Odesa Poets Portfolio introduced by Ilya Kaminsky

    The door shuts. Or perhaps it opens, chairs scrape concrete, I am holding a wine bottle like it’s my first born.
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  • Slowly But Not Too Much and When Your Lover Leaves You

    as if making your way through an alphabet
  • White Gauze Curtains

    in them we see
  • Waiting for Someone

    Dark gray suit, dark green tie, dark
  • Fairy Tale

    Would that squat toad, before my eyes,
  • The Bahá’í School

    It stood at the top of a steep hill that sloped all the way down to the Pisquataqua River, which even then I knew was tidal.
  • Exodus and At the Wilderness

    There is a certain safety from predator and love
  • Hungarian Lesson and Snow Rapture

    In Hungary, you know something like the palm of your hand,
  • Some Thoughts on Reading, Writing and Teaching Poetry by Chard deNiord

    It is remarkable, the character of the pleasure we derive from the best books.
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  • Three Poems

    “Today we shall begin discussing Longinus’ treatise On the Sublime.”
  • Where Birds Sleep 

    It goes down and the birds go to sleep.
  • Car Trouble

    I watch the engine start to burn
  • For the Dead Union

    After summer rain, the old-growth forest
  • When My Son Is Dead 16 Years

    After you died, my Beautiful boy,