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 Life
I was sitting still in an armchair
Billy Collins
Taking It Back
Two weeks past Epiphany,
Joseph Bathanti
Four Square and Enthralled
Mornings I’m grateful to my nightly self
Charles O. Hartman
Separate Cars
Just happens is what I fear most. A couple grown insular,
Scott Withiam
Dear American Amnesia
I know you are only trying to make
Denise Duhamel
Four Poems
The word for light is light
Olga Maslova
Trespass and Dante Confidential
That is not your poem to write, she says.
Marilyn Kallet
A Story About Vietnam and Alexi Santana
In a tiled bathroom stall, one chapter per tile,
Steven Cramer
The Headless Horseman | A Tune for Theremin Vox
The messenger was so dead they sent him
Anatoly Kudryavitsky
The Raccoon
Like an old Italian man,
Joseph Bathanti
The Dolls’ House Mysteries
A woman lies so tidily
Helen Ivory
Hotline
The calls came in around the clock. A nunnery in Nova Scotia with a broken clavichord.
Brian Barker
Previous
1
...
129
130
131
132
133
...
181
Next