The Light Dancing When I close the door my father’s coat slow dances against the dark wood. It is old,...
The Truth about Cows I’ve heard a lot of bad stuff about cows; about how these murderous brutes are hell...
Irish poet, academic, and journalist, Oisín Breen is the author of two collections of poetry. His latest collection, Lilies on...
Hailstones Why not slow down and pull up next to this black, sideways cow. Could this be a silhouette? Or...
Farming is an essential part of the human story. Although the number of farmers is declining world wide, many people...
I am hawthorn Beautiful and forbidding I inspire reverence a healthy reticence. You might find me near holy wells and...
what will be November has already made husks of what once was aaaaI work fast against nearing dusk the sky...
Dead Farms in Northern New England Veinous snapshots of Dad Before He Went Over. All black and whites, they’ve sat...
Old There should be a horse here, in this meadow, an old horse, a bit too tired to run but...
Sennelier Dry Pigment – Caput Mortuum When I die take my worthless remains my after-state shell lay me in the...
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...