Thanks a million to Grain: The Journal of Eclectic Writing for including my poem, "First Egg," in their newest issue. Here's the poem: 
First Egg
Ghostly in the coop's half-light,pale and almost phosphorescent green,perched upright in aspen shavings.The pullet who laid it already bathing in dust or scratching up ants.
To gather its small wholeness feelslike a theft but also a tenderness,close as I'll ever get to sharinga daughter's first time--handing offthick pads, hot water bottle, the ache
of knowing this will bethe new regime, tidal rhythmof ripening and release, her very selfswept along and shackled to a purpose. 
And here's Artemesia (aka Meemee) who inspired it. She's no longer with us, but I'll always remember her, and the thrill of checking the nesting box and finding that very first egg.