ENTER A SUBMISSION TO PLUME

Poems

Sort By: Date Title First Line Random Index

  • Divorce Party Bonfire

    As in a secret rite

  • Observatory at the Prison

    The day is warm, so we take chips and pop from the visitation-room vending machines to a

  • Barrage Balloons, Buck Alec, Bird Flu and You

    First there is the weeping one weeps when one reads a good poem,

  • Fresco

    We stayed in a monastery cut up into condos, ours with a terrace of dried-up papery roses overlooking Fiesole.

  • Ars Poetica, with Cow

    She went back to look at the beast, which lay immobile except for one eye watching the girl who stood helpless beside

  • A Progressive Disease

    I feel my body getting away from me,

  • Let the Dead Bury the Dead

    Surely she would want to hear one final song, something from the Carpathians, something folkloric about flying

  • Three Poems

    These dead again and again

  • Sweet Tooth

    The man in the window is cheesecake;

  • Sunflower

    Relapse my maze

  • Boy in a Hole

    The boy meant to help his father

  • End of the Century

    We’ve slept too long, and that hasn’t stopped the incidental warping—