Poems
Contributors
Authors
Translators
Archive
Plume Issues
The Poets and Translators Speak
Featured Selection
Book Reviews
Essays and Comment
Interviews
Newsletters
Station To Station
Anthologies
About
History and Mission
Staff
Submissions
Menu
ENTER A SUBMISSION TO PLUME
Poems
Contributors
Authors
Translators
Archive
Plume Issues
The Poets and Translators Speak
Featured Selection
Book Reviews
Essays and Comment
Interviews
Newsletters
Station To Station
Anthologies
About
History and Mission
Staff
Submissions
Search
Poems
Sort By:
Date
Title
First Line
Random
Index
SOMETHING LIKE A WING
One day they took him in a car all over the country and he hid in his
Robert Clinton
Sometimes,
I’ll crumple the paper before beginning to write
Mark Irwin
Somewhere in Eastern Europe
It was the year the townsfolk
Anatoly Kudryavitsky
Song
It wasn’t a goat’s head swaying in the tree. It was a ferret
Nicole Callihan
Song a Year After My Mother’s Death
I allowed a small song
Carrie Etter
Song of The Hoarse Bullhorn Holder
I eviscerated Vince, my prized pig, to calm the churning sea
Jennifer L. Knox
Sonnet for a Tall Flower Blooming at Dinnertime
Southern Flower, I want to quote the bard,
Yona Harvey
Soul Mate
When I was a girl, I had a dirty soul.
Nin Andrews
SOUL-DARK second version | SLEEP second version
At the forest’s edge: a dark deer. A hush.
Georg Trakl
Sounds Like Love
A spacial infirmity
Charlie Smith
Soup Teachers
we called them, the women who stood behind
Thomas Lux
Sources And Outcomes & Through The Hospital Corridor
Too many moons crossing in solitude
Dennis Sampson
Previous
1
...
118
119
120
121
122
...
172
Next