Then there are the chickens that have made their way into my poetry infographics (hopefully improving with each appearance).
But the chicken question itself, that’s another story. Whether you’re wondering why the chicken crossed the road, or which came first, the chicken or the egg, the chicken question doesn’t have a clear answer. Maybe it doesn’t need one.
I used to think too much about the answer. Now, I think I prefer the open end of a question. Knowing whether it was the chicken or the egg might ruin it for me. That is to say, maybe some things are better left unknown.
They say you shouldn’t put all your eggs in one basket. I don’t. I had a dusty blog where I used to crack open a lot of eggs. I don’t anymore, though some people wish I still would. I have a lot of eggs in a beautiful red basket at Tweetspeak Poetry, my favorite place on the web. Sometimes they hatch into phoenix and swans. And I have a website design business with crates full of decorated eggs.
But the Chicken Question is more like the chicken coop. A place that feels like me, where I can put my stuff. Poems, illustrations, work I’ve published elsewhere, and things I might feel like writing.
If we’re meeting for the first time, let me introduce myself. I’m a claim adjuster. I help people and insurance companies understand loss. When I’m not scaling small buildings or crunching numbers with my bare hands, you can find me at Tweetspeak Poetry, where I’m an editor and Director of Many Things, or at The Willingham Enterprise, where I design author and business websites.
Say hello to Mordecai and Drumstick, the chickens who used to live in my yard. We weren’t close.