This previous semester (Fall 2017) Plum ran The Haiku S …

  with you: an entrance when you open your eyelids …

a series of dotted lines that never converge an ellipti …

Not to bless, but desiccate instead the hot spit on lip …

(after Pablo Neruda) and it happens that I am tired of …

We are working in boxes stacked up on wire, pulling our …

Sticky July – wasps in the greenhouse. We dragged out t …

I gather elderberries by the river. Last year, these pu …

A terrible blessing – to be laid open to the bone, wher …

            In conversation with Rilke and Ocean Vuong …

                                     for Les The wood i …

Cowpokes spun lasso diction across a white girl’s youth …