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Plume Issue #168 August 2025

Archibald Motley, Cocktails, 1926

  • A Master of the Living Art: A Conversation with Paisley Rekdal by Frances Richey

    It's important for people to see this as a living art that is continuing to evolve and 
    Featured Selection

  • Sad Animal by Joshua McKinney reviewed by Lynn deTurk

    Joshua McKinney exhibits an awareness of the world and examines everyday fears, both personal and existential, in his latest book, Sad Animal,
    Book Review

  • The homeless roamer translated from Dutch by Arno Bohlmeijer

    Someone says I don’t know and the whole

  • Beyond the Unnamed Thickets of Silence translated from Spanish by Jeremy Paden

    Beyond the unnamed thickets of silence,

  • Salter, Smith, Pugh, et. al.

    Mary Jo Salter on “So Glad She Didn’t Live to See It”: “So Glad She Didn’t Live to See It”…

    The Poets and Translators Speak

  • Obeying the Call of Luminous Things: Writing in Paris with Czeslaw Milosz by David Havird

    In an interview with Cynthia Haven in 2000, Milosz observes, “It seems to me every poet after death goes through a purgatory, so to say,” where his or her achievement endures the fire of critical “revision.”
    Essays and Comment

  • Site Specific: New & Selected Poems by Elaine Sexton reviewed by Ann Van Buren

    It is not often that a poet’s body of work merits a retrospective collection. Elaine Sexton’s does.
    Book Review

  • Death Machine

    because the dead couldn’t speak

  • Two Poems

    Late afternoon, crows still at gossip

  • So Glad She Didn’t Live to See It

    What will it be, the thing they say

  • Three Poems

    I remember a ditch of cattails, learning their names. How they rose by the bridge

  • Three Poems

    Fish-shaped, dark brown,

  • Quandary

    Yamina arrived one morning to clean my rooms,

  • A Brief History

    When I close my eyes I can still hear

  • Echo (and Narcissus)

    I saw it in midcentury

  • Three Ibises in the Rain

    That’s how it was early this morning--

  • Two Poems

    You’d think somebody would’ve put those six