Jane Springer, Aleksey Porvin, Isaac Stackhouse Wheeler, et.al
Jane Springer on “Paper” Inspiration: This poem is one of a trilogy: rock, paper, scissors. So began the inquiry, what is the nature of paper? What does it mean for it to win. All from there’s imagination, but the stuff of which it’s woven, a thread of K’Naan. Two origami sculptures: dragon, tower. Twin towers. Coins we used to place
Robin Behn, Will Schutt, Partidge Boswell, et.al
Robin Behn on “In my Thorn Dream” and “In My Path Dream” These two poems are from my forthcoming book Quarry Cross (heartfelt thanks to Plume Editions!), in which there are about a dozen poems that mention dreams. Of those, “In my Thorn Dream” was the first dream-poem I wrote. It arose from an actual dream. I almost
Jeff Friedman, April Bernard, Alice Friman, et.al
Jeff Friedman on “Somebody’s Got My Hair” and “Cuffed” I probably began this piece with the idea of retelling the Samson and Delilah story, coupled with the fact that my hair has been disappearing for the last fifteen years. As I was writing, a question came to me, not an angel or a messenger as might have come to
J. Allyn Rosser, Patricia Clark, Kim Addonizio, et.al
J. Allyn Rosser on “The Central” Maturation in America has at times seemed to me – certainly it did on the day I wrote “The Central” – a prolonged process of inuring oneself to disappointment. We are taught from the moment we first get shoved into kindergarten (shoved by that boy who regularly throws up his milk and cookies)
Adam Tavel, Benno Barnard, Wayne Miller, et.al
Readers, as you will note, once more I have this month vacated my space in this note so that we might continue to offer a new element, instead: the authors of the poems (or translations, or both) speaking of their works’ origins, their raisons d’être. I think you’ll find the results fascinating, and enlightening, enriching your reading of the poems,
Editor’s Note
Readers, as you will note, once more I have this month vacated my space in this note so that we might continue to offer a new element, instead: the authors of the poems (or translations, or both) speaking of their works’ origins, their raisons d’être. I think you’ll find the results fascinating, and enlightening, enriching your reading of the poems,
Editor’s Note
Readers, as you will note, I have once again this month vacated my space in this note so that we might continue to offer a new element, instead: the authors of the poems (or translations, or both) speaking of their works’ origins, their raisons d’être. I think you’ll find the results fascinating, and enlightening, enriching your reading of the poems,
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August: and you’ll be pleased to discover, Readers, that you’ll be spared another chapter in the ongoing Lawless saga. Instead, a new direction, one which I hope will quickly become the direction: contributors speaking of the origins (for the most part, anyway) of the poems you are about to read in the issue. Enlightening – and fun, I hope. I
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July: and, given the length and discursiveness of last month’s note, a reprieve, Reader: the briefest of remarks this time – little more than two passing images as I write a few hours before our deadline. But, really, a way of answering if only to myself that hackneyed question all poets are confronted with from time to time: Where do
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June: and considering again my recent, um, ruminations of the centrality of cigarettes in my almost-teenager life in the latter sixties, I thought, tonight as I write, I might extend that reverie. Easy enough – after all, it was not only cigarettes that organized and ensorcelled those distant hours – from acquisition to accoutrements – but, of course, and for
Guest Editor’s Note: David Breskin on Campaign
This month, for the second time in three months and in Plume’s relatively brief history, I happily step aside, offering this space instead to David Breskin, who fills it — admirably is far too feeble praise — with selected pieces from his work, Campaign. I confess, I was going to preface the poems with a few of my own thoughts
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April: and, alone in another city, lost (as usual) as I wander around the back of a strip mall, three figures huddled on a small loading dock provide my subject this issue: cigarettes, and their many pleasures in my youth. Maybe no surprise either (I am from Kentucky, after all) that it would be so – how many years I
