Irish poet, academic, and journalist, Oisín Breen is the author of two collections of poetry. His latest collection, Lilies on...
The Last Farm Stand She comes laden across the bay, and I am halfway down the hill to the ferry...
Dandelion Sun A child’s sun finds a dream in young eyes. In blinks of dandelion eclipses, refracted light reflects on...
The Kinship of Tools When we bought the farm, the old man shook my hand, his grip still strong from...
Jeremy Haworth is an Irish poet and writer. In 2019, he started Charis Garden, renovating a tumbledown farmstead and walled...
what will be November has already made husks of what once was aaaaI work fast against nearing dusk the sky...
The Moon Don’t Care This old house, a rattle of bones, settles in for the night— the lights of its...
My Mother Considers Her Callows Farm From a parlour window I see sunlight creeping across the fields, and how some...
Hailstones Why not slow down and pull up next to this black, sideways cow. Could this be a silhouette? Or...
My mother told me to mow the lawn. I refused. I pointed out that to raze the grass, to behead...
The Sugars of Existence What he feels, he acts upon; What determines truth describes consequence. Aspens in the high country,...
A Meditation on the Land —remembering a farm foreclosure. For Darrell Ringer, 1953-93 “Thank you,” he said, while the black...