ENTER A SUBMISSION TO PLUME

Poems

Sort By: Date Title First Line Random Index

  • Seven Minutes with Afaa Weaver and Nancy Mitchell

    Attica Were it not for his silver hair, the well-thought-out words/ “kill more of em”   the question of who made em growing deeper in a mind tethered to machinery, a mind invested in white as human, more than em could ever be.   Were it not for the heaviness of this coronavirus pandemic now, I would not write this.

  • A Gaze Hound That Hunteth by the Eye

    It's not criminal: it isn’t sodomy

  • So This is the Future & Hope

    After I found out––

  • Qinghai and Tengchong

    a prayer flag rolls around a heap of round stones

  • Snow and Minerals

    Rouge. It’s not a rose, it’s rouge.

  • Cassandra

    Some days I could go quietly into the spot where

  • Gonzalez-Torres at the Solstice and Why they Revere the Alcoholic Neighbor

    Everyone guzzled what light there was leftover,

  • Poem Beginning with a Line from Levis

    As if we’re put on the earth to forget the ending,

  • Voyager parable and Parable of the Little Ghost

    Today I am downhearted meaning sunken meaning mired

  • The Widow at Point Reyes and Broncoscopy

    She sat for an hour watching 10,000 tiny silver fish

  • Medieval Notation and Mercy

    On the first half of our hike the snow

  • The Piece

    Some years ago I painted the room gray.