Old There should be a horse here, in this meadow, an old horse, a bit too tired to run but...
The votes for Best Poem 2022 on The Milk House are in. With an extremely strong shortlist for the award,...
Farming is an essential part of the human story. Although the number of farmers is declining world wide, many people...
Dire Straits You think wheelchairs race the corridor at night, see letters on the mountain, ask me what they spell,...
Writing the Land: Foodways and Social Justice is a collection of poems and essays that brings together poets, land protection...
The Summer of Snakes Some summer I bailed hay, For Farmer Dan, square bales, square As caskets, just as heavy....
Hailstones Why not slow down and pull up next to this black, sideways cow. Could this be a silhouette? Or...
Sennelier Dry Pigment – Caput Mortuum When I die take my worthless remains my after-state shell lay me in the...
As a way to further showcase the talented writing published on The Milk House, as well as to get readers...
I am hawthorn Beautiful and forbidding I inspire reverence a healthy reticence. You might find me near holy wells and...
Culchie Treks through the fields to training (it’s a five minute walk) Only to be greeted by the sting up...
The Moon Don’t Care This old house, a rattle of bones, settles in for the night— the lights of its...