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Call for poetry and art submissions! COOP: chickens of our poetry zine


YWS's own new in-house zine machines (@alliyah and @fortis) are interested in crafting a zine dedicated entirely to the beauty and majesty of chickens.

YWS has long fostered chicken poetry and art and it's time to bring all that talent together into one place. We are proud to announce that we are now accepting poetry and art submissions for the first eddition of COOP: chickens of our poetry until March 10th, 2021.

(Note: This is not an official YWS publication!)

Submission guidelines:

- Please keep poetry formatting simple or image-based (in the case concrete poems)
- All poetry and art should be submitted in black and white
- Content should be E or PG (no swearing or mature content)
- Do not exceed 5 poetry and 5 art entries for this submission cycle

Submission process:

Please submit all entries by replying to this thread. We prefer that poems are submitted as text unless it's an image based concrete poem that requires a picture format. Art may be uploaded as an attachment. Be sure to include titles for both art and poetry.

Please use the form in the code below. For multiple submissions, use the form multiple times in a single post.

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[b]Title:[/b](please type exactly how you wish it to appear)

Legal Stuff:

You will not recieve financial compensation if your piece is selected (though you can have all the bragging rights!!) and by submitting you give us permission to post your work in the PDF along with your YWS username.
Please do not submit something that has been previously published (off-site).

The Nitty Gritty:

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By submitting you affirm the following:

1.My submission is an original work, created by me that I, the author / creator, have the right to submit to COOP's publication. I affirm that usage of my work will not violate or infringe upon the rights of any third party or previous publishing agreement.

2. I grant COOP nonexclusive rights to publish the poem(s) and/or art piece(s) that I have submitted in this thread. Furthermore, I give permission for COOP to be distributed by any online or physical means. I understand that COOP may be distributed by anyone and at any time, unlike traditional literary journals.

3. I understand my work may recieve necessary copy-editting and that I will have the opportunity to approve or disaprove any edits before publication.

4. I agree that should my work be published elsewhere in the future, I will acknowledge COOP as place of first publication.

5. I acknowledge that I will recieve no financial compensation if my submission is chosen.

Please don't sue us for this thanks.


Q: What will publication look like?
A: The final publication will be a PDF available on YWS that you can print out at home, send to your grandma, post on the fridge, or do whatever with.

Q: Should I share my real name?
A: Please don't.

Q: Why Chickens?
A: Why Not? Also: Squills 9/6/20 - 9/27/20

Q: Can I print and distribute the zine myself?
A: Yes please! Spread the love of chickens far and wide!

Q: How will winning entries be chosen?
A: We may not be able to keep every entry in our final publication, but the editors (alliyah and fortis) will thoroughly read each piece and let you know whether or not your piece has been chosen.

Q: Just how much does my poem or art have to be "about" chickens. Can I mention them in passing?
A: The theme of chickens is open to interpretation, but your piece may stand a better chance if chickens are a main point.

Q: When will the zine be released?
A: Don't count your eggs before they hatch, but we are aiming for early April.

Q: I already submitted but I want to edit my submission!!
A: You may edit your post however many times you would like until the submission deadline, March 10th.

More Questions? Send a PM to fortis or alliyah or post below!
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there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return

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Arcticus says...

Submission #1
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Username: Arcticus
Title: an ode to the mother hen

Submission #2
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Username: Arcticus
Title: Chicken Lady (a poem for Alliyah)
You either worship something higher than yourself or end up worshiping yourself

Naturally Tipsy ©

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If u want a dark chicken poem this is all I have to offer u uwu
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Mageheart says...

Submission #1

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Username: Magebird
Title: the warden's little jailbirds

the chicks flock
to the edges of their
metal prison.

as the warden’s daughter
watches miniature claws hook
onto the twisted metal,
she marvels at the beauty
of the distant relatives
of her former jailbirds.

she thinks of the cold winter prison
she once ran atop the hill.
the cold nipping at her cheeks
and the numbness in her toes
made her celebrate its closing
before spring's first thaw.

grabbing a piece of grass
from the lawn
her former captives
will never again see,
she listens to the
chorus of chirps.

the chicks cluster
at the edges of their cell
and eagerly steal
her peace offering
when she sticks
it through the fence.

pretty sure this is my only submission but labels don't hurt

[ she/her, but in a boy kinda way ]

roleplaying is my platonic love language.

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Username: Liminality
Title:the chickens.

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Hijinks says...

submission #1
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Username: whatchamacallit
Title: i refuse to believe in chickens

with a bright yellow chick
cupped like a scoop of stardust
in my palms,
i can't imagine how dandelion down
can become autumn leaves
of brown red and orange -
and though i know even suns have timers
i refuse to believe this fluffy little thing
will one day burst into a supernova.

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Username: whatchamacallit
Title: Stilled wings (a tanka)

Moonlight stirs the sleep-
-deprived air, carrying dust
down to straw bedding
where feather-bundles nestle
like puppets waiting to wake.
When you're faced with something you don't understand, I think the most natural thing but also least interesting thing you can be is afraid.

-- Hank Green

(previously whatchamacallit and Seirre)

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Rook says...

Submitting to a zine I'm running? I don't see why not!

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Username: fortis
Title: Halftone Strut

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To this, the Wolf answered, Lo!

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alliyah says...

Might switch things up before the deadline - I re-wrote a poem from my Spambot NaPo thread :)

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username alliyah
title a year unsprung

one day they'll tell of the spring
untouched, when dormant soil was left unturned;
footprints absent and ant-hills all unbothered,
with the long stretch of road untraveled. they'll tell
of the year the robins failed to return, where spring
came unsung, and earth remained quiet-frozen
in that winter without end, in that vacillating un-spring.

there's a legend that while the sky was left
unwatched, that it became unnervingly uninhabited
that the clouds followed the birds, and the sun
refused to return, they say the nights grew long
and longer still, until there was no day, until there
was really no night at all, unwaking we walked,
unwaking we waited; one day they will tell of that spring.

there's a legend that while the fields were bare
unharvested, that spring, when all was undone,
that someone left Easter eggs unknowing the news
that the world was meant to end, and they say in hushed
voice that the chocolate-filled plastic discarded, became
new life, became planted, and from the soil unwatched
emerged true chickens; unhatched, chirp chatting -
unconcerned with rules of creation all being unmade
they sprung! they sprung! that unusual spring.

one day we'll tell of the spring
untouched, we'll tell it untrue, we'll tell it unaltered,
we'll tell of the birds gone, and the birds returned,
of the sun's leaving, of the night's unending,
we'll tell of the spring when nothing it seemed
could be understood, when it all was a dream,
when it all was undone, when it all is unspun,
we'll tell, we'll tell, of that untold spring.
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return

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MaybeAndrew says...

I guess it's time for someone to submit a bad poem
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Which came first, the chicken or the egg?

Wondered Little David Begg

See, David Begg wasn't too smart

He couldn't tell his hens and roosters apart

He did not know that chickens, on the scale of things, are new

But eggs, have been here since before things flew

But little David Begg didn't know that

So he went on wondering about all of this beneath his hat

and in the end, no one told little David Begg

Whether it was the chicken or the egg

He doesn't know to this day

But that?

That is okay.
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Username: SirenCymbaline
Title:Mother Hen Forever

Simple are the means, and simple are the ends
Ready are the claws, if notsomuch the wings
Tiny eyes blaze scarlet down the old garden path
It's the hen, mother hen, and her fluffy scruffy wroth

Little heads bob under from her heaving feather skirts
Precious little fluffling ones, a-rolling in the dirt
Beady eyes glow orange with the fires of love and pride
It's the hen, mother hen, and her fierceful chicks astride

Goosey goosey gander and mucky ducky squabble, takahe steals eggs away and swans bring only trouble;

Rooster's good to strut and strut- and that's about it, really,

But Mother Hen, and simple ends, are blest with glows aplenty.
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Hkumar says...

Aghh I had initially planned to go experiment with a new one but I never got a chance so here's an old one that I edited a bit.

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Username: Hkumar
Title: Rise of the Planet of Chicks
After Corona finally wiped humans
from the face of this earth,
there came the dawn for a new predator
who would rule this world.

Evolved from the mighty dinos
these birds marched fiercely with
scrawny claws claiming their territories.
Breaking the confines of dingy coops
clucking around to mark liberation.
Fleeing the oppression and tyranny
of only getting featured in fancy menus
as- hot wings or spicy nuggets.

No more grilling! No more frying!
Chickens now enjoyed freedom
from the gluttony of evil men.
Chicken mamas will worry no more
about their eggs being stolen
to satiate human's perpetual hunger.

The most intelligent species in history
now brought to an end by a teeny virus.
Or is there more to the story than
what just appears to be an act of God?

What if it wasn't just a cave Bat that
caused this global annihilation, instead
a double agent Chicken who worked out
a conspiracy to end this long debate
of who came first- the Chicken or the Egg?

It remains #classified
or maybe it's #unclassified.
What do you think?

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username: illy7896
Title: Chicken's victory

Beaks and claws
Cries and whoops
The farmer's food
Is in waiting
The wise man puts

Scratches strewn across his arm
Raw and fresh
With cuts and wounds
Where his victim retaliated
In a childish fit

He pulls off a leg
Takes of a wing
Bites of a breast
Along with his drink

One day the chickens escaped
Fled their stubborn cages
From a pick and a peck
No longer would the farmer chop off
Their heads
They ran and played
In grass that was green
Freedom was theirs
With the touch of their beak

The farmer ran outside
To round up his chickens
But when he failed
Against the clucks and chirps
He got his gun
And shot one dead

He brings it home and laid the table
Poked at the corpse
With his knife and fork
He tried it
And winced
But it tasted good
Better than before

Now chicken and man
Live in harmony
The chickens live
A beautiful life
Of landscape and trees
And man watches them play
With something of glee
But one day they die
From man's

The tear of a wing
Bite off a breast
R.I.P chicken
Now we are fed

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Username: Holysocks
Title: Winged Embrace


her feathers fluffed around her
tucked in the crook of an arm-
an embrace that peaked brows.

frost stiffened wings,
snowflakes resting on her beak as eyelids fought to remain open.
warmth abundant in an aira of ice
and wind-stricken hills.

hens huddled in their coop,
patiently awaiting the sun-
but not she with her dearest friend
swept up in a realm of safety and love,
whisked away to a time when air couldn’t freeze breath.

she clucked softly, leaning in closer
her keeper pulled the wool coat tighter around them,
knowing that snow-drifts and icicles
wouldn’t disrupt a friendship conceived in summer.
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Oxara says...

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Some say that I’m clucking mad.
I don’t know if that’s right or not.
All I know is that when it comes to it
Dead chickens don’t cluck.

The stars reflecting in my eyes
As if I could catch the entirety of space
Put it in a cage in my eyes, but
Dead chickens don’t cluck.

I reached out my hands
But my hands was attacked
And it was left without anything, because
Dead chickens don’t cluck.

Perhaps I’ve become a chicken
I don’t know if that’s right or not
Some say that I’m clucking mad, but
Dead chickens don’t cluck

So I stand here on this abyss
Facing out over what I’ve done
Facing what I still have to do, and I know
Dead chickens don’t cluck

So I tack back my words
You twisted them, their very meanings
Like a spider weaves silk
But you have forgotten one thing
Dead chickens don’t cluck

So know as you stand in comfortable with yourself
That insane clucking you hear will not be the last
I have become tougher, faster, stronger than you or your society
So came face me, break me down, I dare you, but remember one thing
Dead chickens don’t cluck

And I will keep on clucking until
Everyone is clucking along
Or not clucking at all.

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Carina says...

So, inspiration struck yesterday, and I just now am putting this together, and of course I submit this last minute. I didn't get to finish, but welp, here's what I have so far. :9

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Note: I did copy/paste official definitions... but I can change it if requested. Also can add more if needed. askdfhsdkj is just for fun! thought I'd share... :)
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