Article Category: Poems

Stone Soup Magazine
January 2018

By Micah Lim

The howl of the wind The crisp air And the crunching of boots on a bed of snow The brightest white you will ever see The evergreens struggle against the...

I kneel down to the river And say my prayers As I hear the water flowing and rolling I think about how freedom has overgrown The magnificent mud of the...

Frozen Beauty Soft, white, flakes drift down, following the wind. They bring a sense of happiness to the air. The golden rays of warmth strike onto the fluffy...

Here is a naughty child. He acts like a wild tiger. He sounds like a screeching car. He pretends he is an exploding rocketship. He ate too much sugar before...

Dough spinning like a helicopter blade then toppings tomato sauce, veggies, cheese. It bubbles like hot stew in the oven, it sizzles on the pan. Crunchy as an...

afternoon turns to evening we wait cockatoos call through rustling trees their voices harsh, jeering, even— as though mocking us with their secret...

Soon, creatures will wake up. Soon creatures will go to sleep. Some will not wake up. Owen Sessine, 10Guilford, CT

Angry labored breath All I can hear Angry labored breath I don’t remember what I’m angry about Something Doesn’t matter… I turn back to my math book One problem...

I remember the water and the wind — in the Adirondacks, in our small blue canoe. I remember the child’s paddle in my hands, with the muscles on my back and...

I wake up to the sound of music, a tiny fluttering sound Flutter in my ears ‘til the sun drops down Perch on my windowsill and wake the waiting sun Take...