Violet Break

Stone Soup Magazine
February 2019

By Georgia Marshall

  Up, out of the Spree! (of the city) he said We should get out of town! (in the meadow) Do you know how breakneck it is? to be alone (on a dusty bridge) when...

  The wind teaches the bare trees how to dance The trees try but they are not agile and thrash like a beached fish I wonder why the wind does not just give...

  Night is dark and mysterious. Every soul is asleep. Even the tiny baby birds don’t make a sound for we know the moon is quite big its falling, glowing gaze...

As the horses ran down the mountain like a raging sand storm, I knew I was in Wyoming. The swift, creek water was mint in my mouth. I felt sandpaper as I...

They are frozen but not yet gone They feel so sad but cold I can’t Oh I can’t feel my body when I stare at them for they’re so great and I’m so small Cora...

The waterfall, thought as brave, Viewed as unwearable, unstoppable, ablaze, Secretly cowers and hopes to end its days But continues to roar and never...

The fire-colored butterflies Flying drunkenly Silently sipping on the budding milkweeds. Snowflakes delicately falling Landing on open mouths of youth. The...

The rain pounded the windows. No one knew what to do… What would happen to everyone? The baby started to cry. He had been born in a happy, sunny place. Jada...

Jeff Kovatch Memorial Ohio River Cleanup, Harris Riverside Park, Huntington, WV My father reaches out with the rake and pulls the bottle toward us. I pick it...

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...