“My Baba rokus through her TV apps, / calls up the Royal Shakespeare Company”
“The years have done their thieving, / No time can be retrieved.”
“The harlequins should tumble, for your death / will not defy the odds”
“Time will not fill my teacup, will not come / To me with cucumbers in early spring.”
“The wind’s so hard the timber groans. / Bright newborn blossoms blow like snow.”
ISABEL VANDER BLEEK
“I gave up alcohol for Lent / And took up cigarettes. / My choice was met with loud dissent, / In vaguely loving threats.”
E. M. KOMISAR
“She found her faith in static broadcast stations, / The grainiest and blurriest were best”
“When small, she’d wake, hearthside, to cook and clean with courage. / But then the prince arrived: for her a princess carriage.”
“How does he square his fiddling with rhymes / with such unbearably precarious times”
Like many of yours, my life has been significantly impacted by the COVID-19 health crisis, and unfortunately, it’s been challenging to give the necessary attention to Measure Review. For now, I know we all need to focus on taking the right precautions to take care of ourselves, our loved ones and our greater communities—myself included.
Even so, I want our readers to know that—while our publishing schedule may be more intermittent in the coming weeks—Measure Review is far from finished.
Poetry serves an essential need in difficult times like these, and I will continue to post new poems as time allows—but when you’re missing new poems from Measure Review, I encourage you to spend a little time in our archives, reading the recommended poems at below each new poem, and exploring poetry by formal constraint with our tag cloud.