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Honest Orbit
For weeks I sift in vast exits
Lauren Camp
Picasso & Dora Maar (1942)
Four decades I have lived among the French
Campbell McGrath
Ambition
Four in the morning,
Simon Armintage
Zero Plus Anything is a World
Four less one is three.
Jane Hirshfield
Ancestral Home
Frangipani, its petals warm milk around
Megha Rao
Blond for All the Boys
Frank Ocean didn’t mean anything to me till Dave said check
Matthew Lippman
Boys’ Room
French doors, curtains, panes of glass.
Hoyt Rogers
Trompe L’oeil –Not a Painting
From 30,000 feet
Bonnie Riedinger
From Inches Away
From inches away his finger can’t miss
Simon Perchik
Coda alla Vaccinara | A Dusting
From Keats’s grave, past the Paladiana and Coyote
Ron Smith
Bending Truth to Advantage
From Robert Lowell’s poem “Those Before Us,” these final lines: “Pardon them for existing.
Scott Withiam
Anti-Gravity Time Machine
From the front stoop it’s the 21st century;
Jennifer Michael Hecht
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