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  • “’Lights,’” Stuart Dybek’s Little Masterpiece: Prose Poem, Flash Fiction, or Creative Nonfiction?” by Peter Johnson

    In summer, waiting for night, we’d pose against the afterglow on corners, watching traffic cruise through the neighborhood.

  • Two Poems translated from Romanian by Monica Cure

    In the first three days I heard my mother

  • Poems translated from Romanian by Monica Cure

    Adila watches as evening falls

  • Weird, Wild, and Fabulous: James Allen Hall in Conversation with Amanda Newell

    James, thank you for joining us here at Plume—I’ve really been looking forward to this conversation!

  • Three Long Years

    it takes to train a sheepdog. Not all are candidates, the culling starts early.

  • Poets & Translators Speak

    Martha Collins on Danielle Legros Georges’s poems: When Danielle Legros Georges passed away in February 2025, she had completed the…

  • Two Poems

    Sometimes the mist our mothers walk through

  • Two Poems

    We were sitting and eating

  • Two Poems

    I don’t think I’ll make it,

  • I failed a bird today

    a House sparrow. I had to look

  • Three Poems

    We're headed to a stack of paper we call a reem

  • Two Poems

    I had a teacher in a fiction writing class

  • Two Poems

    My nearsighted eye is for splinters, the threading of needles,

  • Three Poems

    Somewhere in Brooklyn, a nurse walks out of the hospital where I was born,

  • Two Poems

    Begins standing In service

  • Three Poems

    I had not thought of her until many years later driving on White Lightning Road with my son.

  • “Last Day on Earth in the Eternal City” by Angie Estes reviewed by Jane Zwart

    Chances are that you don’t need Angie Estes to tell you that our experience of time is a hotbed for paradox: that a life of ordinary duration will feel sometimes too short