What Wakes the Rooster (Part 13)

Ivan stepped aside, fixing his eyes on Sonny as he walked up to Winston’s bed. The old rooster lay on his right side, with his neck stretched out and his left wing bent back at an unnatural angle. Feathers were strewn all about and dark blood stained the straw. Around Winton’s throat, feathers had been... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 12)

Sonny raced back up the hill. The path seemed longer and steeper than ever. His legs were exhausted, and the air pinched his lungs. At the top, just before the yard, he paused to catch his breath and saw nearly every chicken on the farm was gathered outside Winston’s shed. Sonny’s heart was almost beating... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 11)

Sonny spent the day wandering near the fruit trees, his head down and his face serious in thought. In the afternoon, as he rested in some shade, a ripple through the long grass weaved toward him, and a dark, whiskered little face popped up. Sonny tilted his head and stared at the rat twitching its... Continue Reading →

Painting: Boy in Blue

We are mice in a maze, chasing lies spouted by corporate and political overlords. The closer we get to breaking free, the clearer we see the dead end ahead. But instead of crying out against the machine, we just hit the reward button and sedate ourselves with pellets of entertainment, illusions of meaning. We trade... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 10)

Sonny turned and saw Ivan walking toward him. Ivan was an intimidating rooster, but more so this morning. Something was different. While Ivan had always had a domineering manner, he was usually a little jumpy, as though he might suddenly trample the nearest bird. Not so today. There was a calmness about him. “Hello Ivan,”... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 9)

When Winston and Sonny reached the shed, the old rooster collapsed across the threshold. Sonny had to practically drag Winston to his bed, into which he slumped, looking like a deflated football. He was barely animate. The dash up the hill in his weakened state had done damage. His breathing was slow and pained, and... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 8)

Sonny woke to an unusual sound. It was Winston’s crow, but there was something wrong. Rather than the long, triumphant call Sonny had heard thundering through the air every morning of his life, this sound was no more than an impotent croak. The young rooster rose from his bed and observed that many of the... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 7)

Still whispering to himself, Alfred turned around to greet his visitors. He smiled when he saw Rosie, who, though finding his lunacy amusing, had been one of the few chickens to treat him kindly. Alfred looked at Sonny. The goose’s smile widened, but all joy vanished from his face. His eyes filled with terror and... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 6)

“Well, what about the goose? What do you know about him?” “That’s an interesting story,” said Rosie. “You know, Winston and Alfred were friends when they were younger. They used to spend a lot of time together. Then apparently, about the time Winston became chief rooster, Alfred went mad and went off to live alone.”... Continue Reading →

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