Welcome to the Stone Soup Honor Roll! We receive hundreds of submissions every month by kids from around the world. Unfortunately, we can’t publish all the great work we receive. So we created the Stone Soup Honor Roll. We commend all of these talented writers and artists and encourage them to keep creating. – The Editors Scroll down to see all the names (alphabetical by section), including book reviewers and artists. FICTION Necla Asveren, 10 Alina Kaplan, 11 Kai Kathawala, 11 Claire Klein-Borgert, 8 Haeon Lee, 12 Shihoon Lee, 11 Julia Marcus, 12 Abigail Hope Jihye Park, 13 Connor Powell, 11 Eva Sanchez, 11 POETRY Isabella Cossaro, 10 Nora Finn, 8 Gwendolyn Gibbon, 9 Lily Jessen, 10 Carly Katzman, 12 Leah Koutal, 11 Mia Livaudais, 13 ART Justine Chu, 11 Isa Khan, 7 Mackenzie Reese, 11 Jaya Shankar, 10
September 2019
Hanukkah Morning
Panasonic Lumix DMC-FZ200 Leo Hiranandani, 11Northampton, MA
Chipped
Closed casket Never can I see her again My heart chips My favorite song I will never hear again Another piece chips They try to take the casket to the car My sister can’t take it though She runs to the casket Screaming no no no I watch She doesn’t want to let go As they try to pry her off I chip again We get into the car Silently My heart chips They put her in the grave I know I won’t see her for a long time A big chip chips The gates close Behind the gates My heart hides Chipped and broken inside Scared to be broken again Scared to love Scared to come out But I live on Chipped I pushed people back Never showed love or feeling Only power, no pain No more love to show This myself now Broken in pain Do not fear I will be here again Powerful with feelings Showing myself Chipped And in pain I won’t care I will be here once again I ride back home My home Tuscaloosa I’m silent Watching the trees pass I see Mothers and daughters having fun I start to cry I suck up the tears I say to myself It will be okay Even though I know I won’t It’s been a week since the funeral I am home now Lying in my bed Repeating the poem I wrote during the funeral I look out my window My friend wants to hang out I say I can’t And shut the door Genesis Lee, 12Tuscaloosa, AL
