by Siddiqua Sadaf The sun is upAnd so are birdsThere are roosterscrowing outside my houseAs I fight the urge to sleepI can see the heavensWaiting for meAs I fight the urge to stayJust because I saw some dreamsToo good to forgetJust because I made some friendsToo good to leave Siddiqua Sadaf is a writer fromContinue reading “Good morning đâ︔
Category Archives: poetry
Two Pieces
by Emily Eaton Workaway If Iâm thinking about chickens then Iâm thinking about September. A suburb near Perth where the sky was eerily empty â no clouds, like a simulation. Us together, fresh out of Southeast Asia, rocking up to a hobby farm with big backpacks and doses of optimism. How things turned out toContinue reading “Two Pieces”
Why did the chicken cross the street?
by Alex “Why did the chicken cross the street?”After decades of asking, it told me,“The farther worm is much more sweet.” Determined to not end up as meatThe butcher pursued, so it had to fleeâAnd that’s why the chicken crossed the street. Tired of pecking at seeds and wheat,Its heart longing to sail the foreignContinue reading “Why did the chicken cross the street?”
Guajiras para Pangur BĂĄn
by Rebeca Dunn-Krahn Tengo una polla blancaque esta mudando de plumas.Esta fea paâ ser francapero a comentar, no presumas.Un dĂa sus plumas volverĂĄn,una nueva belleza.ArrepentirĂĄs de tus palabrascuando la linda aparecerĂĄy le da sus huevos a otra,recordando cĂłmo eras. I have a white chickenthat’s molting.She’s ugly, to be frank,but don’t presume to comment.One day herContinue reading “Guajiras para Pangur BĂĄn”
broody
by Kelly Mahan a broody hen will starve herself for 21 daysisnât that what mothers do?waste awaywhittle her bodyto nothingits barest formto bring forth warmthcoax out lifewith potential of creating whole new existenceborn from her sacrificesher bodyher loveher fearwith possibility of failure at the very thing sheâs made to do once pliant and simplea broodyContinue reading “broody”
Egg by Egg
by Ăna NĂ NuallĂĄin I wake up. I water my plants. I talk to my housemates. I set a timer to get my eggs the right amount of runny. I walk 10 minutes within my 5km to get a coffee. Oat mocha. The friends in my head I haven’t seen in months make fun ofContinue reading “Egg by Egg”
The Release of the Chickens
by Kiki Adams Spring enablesthe release of the chickens into rivers of grasswhich bubble up in crashing waves,swallowing rocks and ridgesinto their soft depths. The chickens wade, hiking their feetup high into their skirts to make their wayfrom island to island, searching for wormswho swim among the flowerbeds. The hens congregate in clusterson the shoresContinue reading “The Release of the Chickens”
Elegy for Nugget
by Jamie Manias They peck their dull beaks into the mudrhythmically, complex metronomes, and sometimesthey pump their tiny wings hardto lift their plump ruffled bodies towards heaven(for a moment) and flap harder stillas they fall, tiny Icari, every one.They do everything together. When oneraises her tail and her bony pinheadto dash across the mud, theContinue reading “Elegy for Nugget”
Compost
by Niko Hebron Sit beneath the shaded pinewith its neck twined betweenyour index and thumb, crossedand promised. This rooster fought: your hands bleeding, your face alsobleeding. The bird, blood-fulland pristine. It didnât take muchfor you to really get a grip on it, using its own weight against thespine. The hens, already settledand grazing, know noContinue reading “Compost”
Less and Less Chickens
by Indigo The age-old questionof the chicken and the egg Tomatoes from the gardenJelly from the shed Chickens scratching through the yard which came firstthe cancer or the alcohol Soon there wereless and less chickensmore and more hospital trips When you have old parentsthatâs normal To think I once resentedthe golden roosterat the crack ofContinue reading “Less and Less Chickens”