Old There should be a horse here, in this meadow, an old horse, a bit too tired to run but...
Hailstones Why not slow down and pull up next to this black, sideways cow. Could this be a silhouette? Or...
Back in the late thirties, a little before I was born, my father had a tenant house built. It was...
That summer my family broke up I stayed on my aunt’s farm and slept in a bedroom with no curtains....
As a farmer and former English major, it gives me no pleasure to announce this, but the truth is agriculture...
In western Kansas one can see for miles. Grain elevators stick out of the earth like push pins on a...
Seanie Flanagan pulled the duvet up around his ears and tried to ignore the niggling ache of his bladder. It...
THE PARLOR is a new series on The Milk House that embraces the lighter side of rural life. You can...
Sennelier Dry Pigment – Caput Mortuum When I die take my worthless remains my after-state shell lay me in the...
Sometimes when practicing mindfulness, Patrick Mulcahy, AKA The Mindful Farmer, returns to a specific childhood memory * The river flows...
Dire Straits You think wheelchairs race the corridor at night, see letters on the mountain, ask me what they spell,...
I am hawthorn Beautiful and forbidding I inspire reverence a healthy reticence. You might find me near holy wells and...