Back to the future with Amy Wallen

So far 2020 has been … I don’t even know. We started our 2nd year with all kinds of ideas for the future then a pandemic that has thrown our whole Plume plans into… we don’t know. We do know we’re still focusing on our mission, which may now be more important than ever, to … Read more

The Importance of Breath

(featured image by Jill Badonsky, http://www.kaizenmuse.com/) Even before the Coronavirus Crisis of 2020, I struggled with overwhelm. I have ideas I want to pursue, some strictly creative (bring me nothing but pleasure) and others are business ideas (usually something ridiculous like a pet rock for writers), and some are actually business (ie money-making) tasks for … Read more

Zooming in to Plume

Plume has joined the zoom revolution– at least for now. You may have heard about the popularity of “zoom bombing” –the latest pastime for racist a-holes and perverts…. Plume recently hosted a book reading for our featured writer, Karin Zirk whose book Falling from the Moon was published earlier this year. There were 20+ attendees … Read more

Writing in the Time of Coronavirus

woman's hand writing in a notebook, cup of coffee or tea

(or not writing) I always have to remind myself that writers are socially awkward people, mostly introverts. It’s my mantra for every time I go to some gathering and no one introduces themselves to me, or rather then start a conversation some writer comes up to me to tell me all about the book they … Read more

Women Who Write: Mercedez Holtry

Image of Mercedez Holtry

I don’t know Mercedez personally, but I know of her. She’s a superstar in the poetry slam community. One of our Plume subscribers, Michelle Jewett, responded to a call on our newsletter for suggestions for our “Women Who Write” column–our goal is to feature as many kinds of women writers as we can find. Michelle … Read more

Lit Bits: Drinking Beer in Albuquerque with Georgia

image of Pedernal, O'Keeffe country, New Mexico

by Sandra Vallie “Another?” I belched, tossed my empty Marble Whiteout can toward the pile where the honeysuckle once threatened to cover the shed. Hundreds of Abuelo Goyo’s eyes glared from the aluminum pile. I pulled two beers from the melting ice in the cooler. Tossed Georgia one, grinned when the warm beer foamed up … Read more