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
A Prayer
Praise the scent of wood
Laura Johanna Braverman
Two Poems
Save forever my words for the taste of a smoke and disaster,
Osip Mandelstam
The World Provides
Someone somewhere must always be
Lawrence Raab
Fable 7, 8 & 9
I knew a boy with swastikas on his sneakers. I never knew the story.
Bruce Bond
Doorbell: 5:14 AM
The policeman touches
Claudia Monpere
Say You’re Don Giovanni
Say you’re Don Giovanni Giovanni and you make
David Kirby
Fairy Tale
Would that squat toad, before my eyes,
William Wenthe
Three Poems
Mud to your waist. Beside you, six men probing with broken
Lis Sanchez
What is Love in Tennis, and What is Love | Nude from Here to Eternity
If there’s personality in how you jump, then I wonder about
Dorothy Chan
When We Make Lifelines, the Universe Breathes a Little Easier
When night becomes heavy, I break a hole
Kelli Russell Agodon
On a Version of “Lady with Lapdog” | Synch
How clever, to leave out all the articles, thereby suggesting their story, their plight, were less a story than a portrait
Steve Bradbury
At the Kitchen Sink and While the Cows Stood Still
I stand over the sink
Anne Shafmaster
Previous
1
...
160
161
162
163
164
...
181
Next