The Absence of Opposites

Stone Soup Magazine
September 2018

By Kieran O’Donnell

Many things are true, I know this is, too: there is no cold, there is only the absence of heat. Heat is a fluid thing that has no form except for life-saving...

I wonder why we call bats “bats”— why do we call them that? I wonder why little kids burp and crickets chirp and why snow is in the winter. Speaking of...

Once, In the middle of nowhere There hid a Tiny speck of dust Smaller than The smallest microbe. With all the playful energy The miniscule pinprick...

Sometimes I pretend I am the queen of the world Gliding in a silver sleigh of dreams My dress is made of ripped up clouds And my crown is woven with...

Say one sentence An ember sparks Say another Wind blows and swirls One more A wildfire Karinne Ulrey, 10Los Gatos, CA Eli Breyer Essiam, 10Cambridge, MA

Stoplights reflect off the bay The faint sound of glasses clinking and people talking is carried on the breeze The moon is shrouded by clouds Towering...

  I was at the pond one day, feeding the fish, under the hot sun. When clouds have a conversation with the sun. A cool wave of air touches my fingers and toes....

way too short and now there’s this feeling you know the one that’s like scratching sandpaper with your teeth or really more like where your teeth used to...

  The chair by the avocado tree had turned a faded green from wear For years it sat untouched behind the orange-red sunsets Built for the old lady with the...

Miss-takes are like tissues instead of icing on a cake. Tying balloons to a garbage can made of aluminum. Take a miss Miss a take Tiss a make Aiss a ike Eiss...