During the months of December and January, Measure Review will observe a brief winter break to read submissions. We will return to publishing one poem weekly in February 2020.
JEAN L. KREILING
“The palette loses warmth: the hair gone gray, / the teeth not quite so white”
“See, along the path those clustered sword-like leaves? / Those are the irises, my son”
“One horseshoe clangs against an iron spike. / You breathe them in: their glimmered bayonets.”
“All day the oak came down. The bright air glinted / With fine red sawdust as with locust wings.”
“Cabbage Night that year was bright and humid. / No one around here knows that anymore, / before Hallowe’en, when tricks were played.”
“The tonic glows / Blue on the bar”