Articles by Ian Mullins

Poem

Ian Mullins ships out from Liverpool, England, where he is a full-time Carer to his elderly parents. He dreams of one day leaving the house.

"...we edge forward into half-imagined spaces..."

"...I should have been dreaming of a life worth dreaming about..."

"...wearing a uniform until it becomes your familiar..."

"...as though witnessing some strange archaic ritual..."

"...three feet of water, migrant rats crossing their own Irish Sea..."

"They didn’t hire her for her acting..."

"...for some, fighting to the bitter end comes with the heredity..."

"...This man worked for forty years..."

"...one day she’ll be gone, leaving a vacancy..."

"...You are here to live the company’s life..."

"Close the referral..."

"...a man with only a bottle for good company..."