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
Home
Those last days in Hollywood—
Dana Goodyear
Sweet Nothings
I whispered to your offered ear
Alan Shapiro
The Gaping Trellis
Cigarette burns on drab naugahyde
Lisa Rose Bradford
A Brief Portfolio
Faces pass by like unheard explanations
William Olsen
ORCA and PISMIRE
White Gladis, Gladis Clara, Gladis Filabres, Gladyi Tarij,
Carol Frost
Bleeding Hearts
They do not fit their given name. They glow
Stephanie Burt
Bending Truth to Advantage
From Robert Lowell’s poem “Those Before Us,” these final lines: “Pardon them for existing.
Scott Withiam
First Communion, forty-two and the unnamed
I shall sit here, on this bench,
Kristian Koželj
Three Poems
Last night R—, who I stole
Rajiv Mohabir
Mantra Post- Storm Desmond
After thirty-six hours indoors while Desmond
John Kinsella
August, Hinge
How would you describe these pandemic days,
Patricia Clark
Two poems by Jan Wagner translated from German by David Keplinger
when you are digging in the wardrobe
Jan Wagner
Previous
1
...
8
9
10
11
12
...
181
Next