Some Days

Stone Soup Magazine
April 2019

By Olivia Cadham

Some days I am a girl. On these days I like to giggle and play with toys. I wear bright blue clothes and shirts with cats on them. When I feel like a girl, my...

  It’s not surprising I look like a monochrome: The only colors are pink laces on my shoes And purple bags beneath my eyes. Like an old-fashioned...

  I am a singer and a vet I wonder how people develop personalities I hear flowers singing I see a magic carpet I want my dog to talk I am a singer and a...

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...

  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...

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...

What’s inside my messy head? Being funny And when I’m dead. Things I should’ve Done and said. And always stress About things lost And of my actions What will be...