ENTER A SUBMISSION TO PLUME

Poems

Sort By: Date Title First Line Random Index

  • Across the Wide Missouri

    It’s toward the end of the season.

  • Three Poems

    Our lives are so brief, she says,

  • from Nothing in the Dark

    My mother would assuage my childhood night-fears by saying There's nothing in the dark that you can't see during

  • Ars Poetica

    Sometimes I feel

  • In a Room with Many Windows

    In a room with many windows

  • NOTES ON SILENCE

    The racket of birdsong wakes me at 4am, before first light.

  • Hurricane: Hera | Squall: Echo

    You never hear of Ixion, tied to a revolving wheel,

  • Piano Epistemology, Apostrophes and Beauty

    I’m pretty sure this piano exists,

  • Gonzalez-Torres at the Solstice and Why they Revere the Alcoholic Neighbor

    Everyone guzzled what light there was leftover,

  • Two Poems translated by Connie Voisine

    Words here carry the scent of snow,

  • Bodies on the Margins

    The artist understands blood; or rather

  • Obit

    At this beat-up plywood slab across the beat-up