Photographer Edward Lee shares some of his photos, as well as his musings on them. Fence The railings that surround...
Conleth Ferris tossed a cigarette end to the yard. He coughed, then swallowed the phlegm, imagined the inside of his...
Gyrification There will be time for waiting Enough. Too much Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa watching. Consider the river’s meanders that more and more...
An abridged version of “Fifty-Pence for the Meter” was broadcasted on BBC Radio 4 as part of their Short Works...
Rhona started leaving nearly every night after Aonghas was asleep, like she had the night The Silence had begun. There...
The mission of The Milk House is to introduce readers to those who write on rural subjects, and part of...
Ardmore Bay Hearts may be harvested at such a place, between the sea and the dishevelled land Where in a...
There’s a certain point you get to, in middle age or thereabouts, where you start asking yourself questions about times...
The first and only time Lucien roasted a whole pig he had cranked the spit for hours. The pig barn...
TO THE RABBIT I KILLED ON THE ROAD THIS MORNING When I am dead as you are dead, struck down...
Ode to Hannibal I was scrolling – wallowing – through the Netflix abyss, Avoiding Mister Darcys, Tall Dark and Handsomes....
Portrait of a deer To slide, my ruined mouth. An unlocked door. Burlesque: how stars react. At such a thought....