Boluisce I root my fingers, burying them back and down. A twist into black, acidic soil, deeper than anything man-made....
All day they mumble in a clump outside the hive. I water the days of an unexpected life. I fill...
Autumn Caledonia County, Vermont Why not write something for those who scratched out improbable livings here? Somebody has...
As a way to further showcase the talented writing published on The Milk House, as well as to get readers...
The results are in. The Judge’s Choice and the Readers’ Choice for Best Poem 2023 have been determined. The Milk...
There are no blue plaques in our village, no Heaney or Shackelton or Yeats to commemorate. A notable event is...
Crossing Places At the crossing places when the river is still and ghosts untangle themselves from the trees you can...
A Thin Place If you walk in a straight line across the beach from the footpath which runs between blue...
The votes for Best Poem 2022 on The Milk House are in. With an extremely strong shortlist for the award,...
After a successful launch last winter, we’re now upon the second annual initiative to award the best poem published on...
You will ask—name the mushrooms on the grounded log And the anatomies of the shifting clouds. Tell me these fifty-one shells on...
Ciboloto Miss Yang gone to the Western Hemisphere never been back since seeds on her desk have sprouted and grown...