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Jimena Washes an Apple in the Rain / Vincent Tice


The door flung open for excessive heat
between the yellow oilskin and wet boots
and the drowsy cat upon the windowsill
frames well the slouching barn across, and she
who stands within it in blue overalls
waiting for the shower to pass—remembering
the apple in the pocket of her chest
and holding it beyond the eave to rinse.
My sight empties torrential into her as hers
into the dripping apple as the rain—
as the rain grew infinite between us.

Vincent Tice is a poet from northern California. He has been living out of a backpack for several years and working on farms. He has been recently published in PANK, and Rattle Press.

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Failed Landscape in Kentucky

This poem, by Robert Hunter, describes the attempt to describe a beautiful landscape, which degenerates into merely imagining oneself as the landscape.

French Intensive Weeding / S. J. Hodson

This simple and quotidian poem by S.J. Hodson, a poem about the simple pulling of weeds, echoes the keen wit and simple charm of the best of Robert Frost.