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
Wolf Wine Bar
Two years ago, maybe even two and a half
Natalka Bilotserkivets
South Hole
So worship fire.
G.C. Waldrep
3:14 PM
This blue pen I am holding
Matthew Zapruder
April
I think I will accept my life, the moment
Maxine Scates
Here at the Scene
How will I tell her particular tale
Robin Behn
SUNDAY LUNCH AT MOM’S COUSIN DINNIE’S: JUNE 1969 | “ELEGANT,” SHE SAID
I hadn't yet recovered from a concussive first year teaching ninth-grade English
Wendy Barker
If He Had Missed It Would Have Killed Him
my uncle said of the dog pa shot
Brionne Janae
Before They Came For Us | Civilian Exiting the Facilities | Table for Six
They met in the woods below our homes, brought their sawed-off shotguns and
Idra Novey
IN PROFILE
Words hung into silence
Sylva Fischerová
Fallow Ground & Geometries of Exile (or)
your washboard hands
Daniele Pantano
A Brief Portfolio
By then I was leaving,
David Rivard
OLD LOVE LETTERS
I too have my stack
Tony Hoagland
Previous
1
...
112
113
114
115
116
...
160
Next