Saturday Newsletter: August 12, 2017

Newsletter  /   /  By Jane Levi
Stone Soup Magazine
November 2017

“It cocked its head expectantly. Did it want me to follow it?”
Illustration by Joan He, 13 for “Owl Eyes” by Noa Wang, 11
September/October 2010 

A note from William Rubel

I love the colors in this drawing. Joan shifts the evening world towards blue. The lighting is spectacular. Notice the moonlight reflected on the hills, in the trees, and on the ground. A full moon is like a second sun. The forest scene is well imagined to include tree branches on the ground, and brush. But the real power in the scene is the stare between the girl and the owl. This picture certainly draws us in.

The most well known example of an artist who sometimes used a palate shifted towards blue is that of the Spanish artist, Pablo Picasso. For a few years at the beginning of the 20th century he painted a series of pictures that were largely in shades of blue. This came to be known as his “blue period.” As I have mentioned before, we are shifting in Stone Soup towards publishing more free-standing art–art that doesn’t necessarily have to be tied to a story. If Joan’s and Picasso’s blue shifted artworks inspire you, then please send us what you create. You don’t need to use a blue dominated palette. Follow your imagination to match a compressed choice of colors to what you are depicting.

Writing a novel?

If you are a young writer reading this today, or a former Stone Soup author or Honor Roll recipient, I’d like to know whether you are in the midst or writing a novel or longer form piece of prose, or have already finished one. You can reach me by replying to this Newsletter.

Coming soon – the September Poetry Issue

I had the pleasure today to read the upcoming poetry issue. I was so impressed. I have read a lot of poetry by young writers in the last 45 years. This collection that Emma Wood has selected for the September issue is the strongest body of children’s poetry I can remember reading. I think you will find, as I did today, that the poems have fluency, complexity, beauty, and emotional power. You will be able to read the new issue online on September 1st. If you need help getting into your digital account, then get in touch with us at subscriptions@stonesoup.com, and we’ll make sure you are up and running in time for the new issue!

Until next week,

William

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From Stone Soup
September/October 2002

Cry of the Wild Heart

By Mary Woods, 12

Illustrated by Dominic Nedzelskyi, 11

The small, ragged fox trotted along in the dry brush  near the train track, head low and ears flattened. His scruffy, dirty, brown coat ruffled slightly in the cold mid-October wind. His alert, dark eyes were half-closed, giving the fox a sharp, hooded gaze. Though barely a foot-and-a-half high, everything about him was tough and quick.

He was hungry. The fox lifted his slim muzzle to the wind and sniffed deeply, hoping to catch the whiff of a mouse or a fat starling waddling along the tracks. No other animal was nearby, but there was something tantalizing in the air…

He leaped out of the dry bracken and onto the great ridge of white gravel, upon which the railroad tracks lay. Here the fox could have a better view of his surroundings and could better smell more distant odors. Again he snuffed the breeze, short, stiff whiskers trembling. Yes, he could smell it, quite clearly now. It was coming from a small grocery store, from its open garbage cans. . . .

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About the Author

Jane has been working with Stone Soup since 2016, working on operational issues and special development projects. She is a writer, researcher and consultant.

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