Lovely lime leaf tree marching in the gloomy woods. In winter leaves sadly die. Birds chirp a beautiful song. My goodness, look how much you’ve grown! I said one sunny day. Every year lime leaves overflow the autumnal woods.
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Poetry Soup – Ep. 17: “Desire for Spring” by Kenneth Koch
https://stonesoup.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/Poetry-Soup-Episode-17.MP3.mp3 Hello, and welcome to Poetry Soup! I’m your host, Emma Catherine Hoff. Today, I’ll be talking about “Desire for Spring,” by Kenneth Koch. Kenneth Koch was born on February 27, 1925, in Cincinnati, Ohio. He went to school at Harvard University and became close with the poet John Ashbery (who was featured in the very first episode of Poetry Soup!). He became a member of the New York School of Poets, a group of poets (some of whom…
Self as Character, by Leo
Back in China, my Mom, had a childhood greater than that of her peers. While under Confucian cultural influence, most parents were busily pushing their kids and molding them to their dreams, but her parents let her pursue her own career. As such, she pursued a law degree, only to realize with dismay upon immigrating to the United States that firstly she could not afford law school, and secondly that law school would require great English, which she lacked being…
Super Bowl Predictions from a Groundhog?
Groundhog Day is a tradition observed in the United States on February 2nd of every year. It comes from a popular tradition dating back to 1887 that if a groundhog leaves its underground winter home on this day and sees its shadow, it will go back to its den and cold weather will last for six more weeks. By contrast, if it does not see its shadow, spring will arrive early. The Groundhog Day ceremony held in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, centering on…
Memory as Character, by Abigael
I was in boarding school by then, and as a boarding students we had times for personal revision and they were called preps and winters. Preps started from 7:30pm to 9:30pm and winters from 4:00am to 6:00 am. That night I was done with my prep revision and I was going to sleep just like others. Reaching the dormitory, I tried to find my sleep but couldn’t. I seemed to experience sleepless night and so I got tired of laying…
Saturday Newsletter: February 3, 2024
The Arcadia (acrylic) by Arwen Gamez, 14; published in the January/February 2024 issue of Stone Soup A note from Emma Wood Hello, all! I’m thrilled to share with you that… today the sun is out in Cincinnati! It has been raining and gray (or snowing and gray) nearly every day since we got back from our trip west over Christmas, and it feels so good to finally feel the sun on my face—even in the cold! For those of you…
Marketplace by Jeremy Lim, 11
The chatter of people is an ambience in the background as we near the Pike Place Market on Pike Street. A jazz band is playing in the distance, near a Starbucks, and as I near the entrance of the market, I can’t help but smile. A magician stands there, a sign proclaiming that for a quarter, he could tell you what day of the week you were born on, and for a dollar, he would do any magic trick you…
Saturday Newsletter: January 20, 2024
Sapling Shadow (Canon Rebel) by Madeline Male, 14; published in the January/February 2024 issue of Stone Soup A note from Laura Moran Dear Readers, I hope this message finds you well and that you’re settling into the rhythm of the new year with renewed energy and focus for the year ahead. In that vein, I have some exciting Refugee Project news to share. Firstly, I’m so excited to share that Caroline Gao, a member of the Stone Soup community and…
Saturday Newsletter: January 6, 2024
A World of Color (watercolor) by Leticia Cheng, 10; published in the January/February 2024 issue of Stone Soup A note from Emma Wood Happy New Year, all! Every year, I complain about New Year’s and yet every year, I enjoy the opportunity to reflect on the past year and resolve to be better, in some small ways, in the next. Every year, I also think about what I can do to improve Stone Soup! As many of you know, like…
War and Pieces (Part I)
Misha experiences the first signs of unrest in the Donetsk region of Ukraine Prologue Misha was the one who showed me a dove for the first time. It was early spring, that magical time of year when coats and sunshine go hand in hand. Puddles of rainwater were splotched on every street, reflecting every cloud in the bluest blue sky ever like a thousand mirror shards. We were standing by the old swing set on the hill, the one with…
