by Christine Rhein
The Magpie outsells all the other postcards
at the Musée d’Orsay: sunlit snow,
a hope-yellow sky, lone bird on a fence.
Did Monet see a magpie or create one . . . ?
by Matt Donovan
Jimmy Forrest, sax man in the bandstand’s back row,
tipped the tenor’s bell, let his spit puddle out, and knew—
just months with Duke Ellington’s band—he would pawn off
this riff as his own. . . .
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