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
Back to Brooklyn Bridge | Second Skin
tears are intuition
Michael Burkard
Incident in the Park
Working back from the moment I rose off the bench,
Kathleen Flenniken
Painting
all things look as if
André du Bouchet
Like Body
one light series discrete
G.C. Waldrep
Slow Thinker
Audiences love the slow
Andrea Cohen
Two Poems
I don’t think I’ll make it,
Page Hill Starzinger
Albatross
Driving toward
Karina Borowicz
The Third Visitor
The Third Visitor understands
Dick Allen
grief being a swatch of blue & grief being that song from childhood & grief being a pitched tent
a rectangle in an unborn son’s room
Nicole Callihan
From Bajo la lluvia ajena (In Foreign Rain) by Juan Gelman, translated by Lisa Rose Bradford
On the tiers of experience.
Juan Gelman
Charcuterie
She penciled fanciful animals
Meighan L. Sharp
Coffee on the Stoop
In the yard across the way, the neighbor’s cat—
Clare Rossini
Previous
1
...
5
6
7
8
9
...
178
Next