"Potato fields stretch for miles, indented with footprints; / fire crackles in the distance, little homes dispersed / over the valley." — Polina Kouzminova, EHP Issue Fourteen emptyhousepress.com/issue-fourteen…

"In the kitchen once, / you taught me to knead dough, / pressing it firm yet gentle. / 'Patience, you said, / 'Patience is the secret.'" — Hanna Han, EHP Issue Fourteen emptyhousepress.com/issue-fourteen…

"She trusts skirts, shorts, jumpers, pyjamas to a thrawn sun: / her laundering-love, no, her love-laundering, / the ceremony of releasing them to billow and run and fly." — Anne Ryland, EHP Issue Fourteen, emptyhousepress.com/issue-fourteen…

"Once, as a young woman half asleep in a friend’s mountain yard tracing the stars, she’d been approached by a skunk in the dark, watched in stillness as it floated across the grass..." — Regina Rae Weiss (Regina Rae Weiss), EHP Issue Fourteen emptyhousepress.com/issue-fourteen…

"On wing-swept nights in the low meadow, I hear them, / corncrake spirits rasping, haunting pastures lost [...]" — Maggie Doyle (Maggie Doyle), EHP Issue Fourteen emptyhousepress.com/issue-fourteen…

"Less abandoned than re-imagined. / Splay of moss and green lichen, / leafy and curving, ornaments the posts / and sway braces." — Jennifer Saunders, EHP Issue Fourteen emptyhousepress.com/issue-fourteen…

Thank you Empty House Press for publishing my poem ‘Gone Birds’ with a photo from the enchanted, low meadow. 🙏 Irish PEN Poetry Ireland / Éigse Éireann

Really excited to have a new poem out in Empty House Press with a photograph by Leah Damgaard-Hansen. Thank you to the editors Cara and Erin for such a beautiful issue! Also check out more of Leah's work at leahdh.com

"Sixty years tore like child’s play / cracking the sky. Black on its crown, / its roots held the ground." — Angie Macri, EHP Issue Fourteen emptyhousepress.com/issue-fourteen…

"When a snell wind birls in from the north / our kettle spits white sparks on the hob / and the hearth booms [...]" — Pippa Little, EHP Issue Fourteen emptyhousepress.com/issue-fourteen…

Dear Housemates: Submissions are currently closed as we take an extended hiatus. Thank you for your support, your stories, and your patience. We'll return when it's time to open the door again. Until then—thank you, truly 🏠✨

"The soot chute emptied from the fireplace hatch, / from the room of living, down to a door, / thick, cast-iron [...]" — Luca D'Anselmi (Luca D'Anselmi) in EHP Issue Fourteen emptyhousepress.com/issue-fourteen…

"The tall grass hides us, she and I. We lie on bath towels in our bikinis because we can’t go to the beach." — Rachel St. Ours in EHP Issue Fourteen emptyhousepress.com/issue-fourteen…

"We start with berries at / their dacha, red fruit sweet, staining my shirt; / the kettle boiling on open fire, black rye bread, / my wooden toys." — Polina Kouzminova in EHP Issue Fourteen emptyhousepress.com/issue-fourteen…

"I remember breaking the dry pods with you, / seeds spilling into my palm / like small promises for spring." — Hanna Han in EHP Issue Fourteen emptyhousepress.com/issue-fourteen…

"The bothy has two windows, thick walls, a white / my mother would deem spotless, at a glimpse." — Anne Ryland in EHP Issue Fourteen emptyhousepress.com/issue-fourteen…

"It was an old part of the boneyard, people with eighteenth and nineteenth-century surnames: Barnabus, Mutterer, Winthrop, Cornelius." — Regina Rae Weiss (Regina Rae Weiss) in EHP Issue Fourteen emptyhousepress.com/issue-fourteen…

"In the nettled fields of my mother’s memory, she saw them, / tawny stalkers slipping through the long grass, calling / shy lovers in the late glow of summer nights." — Maggie Doyle (Maggie Doyle) in EHP Issue Fourteen emptyhousepress.com/issue-fourteen…

"[...] engineering / meets art in the cross of cap and girt, perfect interval / of line and space." — Jennifer Saunders in EHP Issue Fourteen emptyhousepress.com/issue-fourteen…