Monthly Archives: August 2014

Three Poems by Rachel Trousdale

Beans Rick got it: the problems of two little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world, but have you seen the product of even a small inadequate bean-hill, a half-hill of beans? the kitchen covered in knobby green worms, metaphorical ones I mean, and riding along them, falling unfindably onto the speckled oilcloth, real worms, also green, inchworms, ...