The best part was that, within a week, I had made new friends Illustrator Aditi Laddha, 12 for ‘An Indian Monsoon’ by Sanjana Saxena, 11. Published January/February 2009. A note from William Rubel Apologies everyone! It is Sunday afternoon! Yikes! Where did the week go? It was a much-too-full week. On Wednesday, our gray tabby cat of thirteen years, Moxie, died of cancer as we petted him. We wrapped him in a beautiful cloth and buried him with his favourite catnip toy under an apple tree in the garden, and nailed up the name tag from his (hated!) collar to mark the spot. I also had a writing deadline of my own for a paper I am giving at a conference in Oxford, England, and too much more. We will be back on schedule next week. Back to this week: so many fabulous new blog posts—please go to the Newsletter’s blog section below and the blog section of our website. Your comments on blog posts and book reviews encourages our authors. I’d also appreciate it if you all listen to Justin Park’s composition for piano and oboe that we published this week. Composers amongst you—send us your work! If you play the piano or oboe, download the music, and get a musician friend to play it with you. The art today commemorates the fact that for a lot of you summer vacation is at its end and school is about to start again. My colleague, Jane Levi, selected this image (and story) inspired by the review written by Antara of the movie, “On the Way to School” that is about the many long journeys that children make to school in countries like Kenya, where my daughter and I were visiting earlier in the summer. In fact, we stayed in a small village that didn’t have a school of its own where children walked over an hour to school each way, making their own school day roughly eleven-and-a-half hours long—9 hours in school and two-and-a-half hours of walking. If you haven’t been to our Instagram account lately, please check it out, join us, and tell your friends. We have a series of photographs we are posting under the hash tag #whereIwrite. You can upload your photograph of yourself in your writing place on our online Submission form. This is the most recent Instagram post in that category from Sabrina Guo, a Stone Soup blogger and someone who is helping us set up our refugee project. The project that I suggest in this Newsletter is for those of you going back to school. I want you to write something short—something in the flash fiction tradition—let’s say 100 words. One impression about the first days in school this year. If you feel that you succeeded in capturing a face, an impression, a place, a sound, a conversation, a taste, a something that caught your attention in the first days of school then send it in to us for possible publication in Stone Soup. Until next week, Highlights from the past week online Don’t miss the latest content from our Book Reviewers and Young Bloggers at <ahref=”https://stonesoup.com/”>stonesoup.com! We are very happy to have published a couple of music blogs in the past 10 days, the first we’ve had in a while. We love to feature music made and performed by our readers and contributors, so check out these great new contributions, and think about sending us your own music sometime. Justin Park, 13, sent us his composition ‘Glocken der Fantasie’ for oboe and piano. You can see the Youtube recording of his performance of his piece, and also download the sheet music to try it for yourselves, at our website. Send us your own recordings of his music, too! Ula Pomian, 12, a regular contributor to the magazine (thank you, Ula!), sent us her Lullaby for a Badger, a piece for piano. You can listen to a recording of her playing it at our soundcloud site, using the link on our website. In keeping with our musical theme, this week we welcome Lin Lynn Tao, 13, to our Review section with her book review of Echo by Pam Muñoz Ryan. In the same section, you can also read the latest review from the unstoppable Nina Vigil (thank you, Nina)! This week, especially for cat-lovers, read about (and find on Netflix) the movie Kedi, a Turkish film about the cats of Istanbul. And of course, as mentioned above, read Antata’s review of the inspired by the review written by Antara of the movie, “On the Way to School”. From Stone Soup January/February 2009 An Indian Monsoon By Sanjana Saxena, 11 Illustrated by Aditi Laddha, 12 “In a few minutes, we will be landing at Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport in Mumbai. Please fasten your seat belts. Thank you for flying Air India and hope you have a wonderful stay in Mumbai,” the pilot’s voice echoed. As the plane descended under the clouds, I looked out of the window and got my first glimpse of Mumbai. My family had decided to return to India after living in the U.S. for twelve years. As I thought of white and fuzzy snow falling into my hands, a few scattered lights twinkled in an island of darkness. This was so different from Chicago. There the city had glowed like a Christmas tree! Coming out of the airplane, the first thing I noticed was the large number of people. Hundreds of baggage handlers, policemen, officials and many hangers-on were running back and forth like a swarm of bees. The air was also very hot and humid. My father had told me this happened because of the monsoon. He explained to me about these rising winds from the Arabian Sea that brought much relief from intense heat and were essential for Indian farmers. But this year, the monsoon was different. The city was facing its worst flooding in a century and as we drove to Pune (100 miles from Mumbai), our destination, I saw the havoc that the rains had caused. There was water everywhere, dogs
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Writing Activity: personifying objects in poetry
This writing activity by Allison Finley is based on the poem “A Fraction of an Inch” by Abigail Rose Cargo, 13, published in Stone Soup, March/April 2017 Seeing Fractions of an Inch Everywhere After reading the first two couplets of Abigail Cargo’s poem, “Fraction of an Inch,” I was nostalgic for the many days I have spent fishing with my brothers and exploring the bays in Lake Tahoe over school breaks. Abigail’s poetic description of the connection the water and boat share reminds me specifically of how those trips almost always ended: when leaving a lake or ocean, it was always a fight to return the boat to land. Since my friends and family only went out boating once in a while, there was always a comical and stressful chaos in remembering how to get our boat back on its trailer. While the more experienced people on both sides of us would trailer their boats away quickly and effortlessly, my fellow shipmates and I would clumsily fight the water to claim back what was ours. Once the boat would finally start to get onto the trailer, we would slowly crank it further out of the water, a fraction of an inch at a time. At the beginning of the poem, Abigail does an amazing job depicting the back and forth that goes on between the truck and the water. The water’s “new prize”—the boat—must be skillfully put back onto the truck’s trailer. The water fights the truck back when “the waves bouncing off/ the boat’s hull” are a fraction of an inch from connecting with the rubber of the wheels. But this fraction of an inch is enough to cause the red truck’s wheels to spin ineffectively on the muddied concrete slab. Even though this poem is specifically from the point of view of the boat and the water, it reminds me of how this experience is always such a chaotic shift from a peaceful day we just had out on the water. Ultimately, I’m drawn to the way Abigail’s style emphasizes the fact that even the smallest measurement can add up, and that you’re always only a fraction of an inch away from something changing at anytime. Instead of focusing on all of the action happening around her, Abigail beautifully focuses on the little details of the scenes: the “Waves of green foam/ rolled over the railing/ in a calm firmness” and “the rippling water/ pool[ed] at the edge of/ a concrete slab.” It’s these little details in the first scene that bring her to talk about life and death. I love the way that breaking down the scene in front of her in this way makes her think of such complex changes in life. After considering “how closely/ life and death are related,” Abigail introduces a completely new scene: two birds circling each other above their prey. While this scene is much darker to reflect the tonal shift, the image presented is just as familiar an image to me as the first one, and it is as effective in depicting how all it takes is a fraction of an inch in one direction or another to change everything—especially “a fraction of an inch/ to the left,” for the chickens below. Abigail’s perspective throughout “A Fraction of an Inch” is mature. She personifies the water and the boat and then looks into the relationship between the two. To personify an object means to make something that is not a person like a person. In this poem, both the water and the boat “did not want” something. If you are inspired by the style of this piece, I encourage you to try personifying the objects around you to think about how they relate to their setting and to each other. What do they want or not want to happen? What do they see or experience? You might also try, like Abigail, to slow down a moment of chaos to focus on what each object is experiencing. Once you start slowing down, like Abigail, you’ll probably start seeing these fractions of an inch changes everywhere. Author Bio: Allison majored in Literature at UCSC. She first got involved in the literary journal world through Matchbox Magazine, which features and distributes poetry, prose, and art across the University of California system. Allison has been involved with Matchbox during her entire time in college and she has filled the position of editor in chief for the past year. She loves the entire, magical process of making a journal—which is what made her want to get involved with Stone Soup. This spring, Allison graduated from UC Santa Cruz. She plans to pack up her two rabbits and her ridiculous amount of used books and move to LA.
Remember This “On the Way to School”
I used to not look forward to having to get up so early in the morning, get ready so quickly, eat breakfast in minutes and rush into the car starting in mid-August. The relaxing days of summer would be gone and replaced with studying and school. However, I recently watched a movie called, “On the Way to School” that showed me how lucky I am to have such an easy, five-minute drive to my school, and to even be going to school and have such a great opportunity for a great education. The movie focuses on four children that each have to walk more than 10 miles each day just to get to school on time, and their walks are not just straight, easy paths like a road or a sidewalk. Jackson, an 11-year-old, has to cross savannahs in Kenya filled with wild, angry elephants with his little sister twice a day. With her two friends, twelve-year-old Zahira must trek across more than 13 miles of rocky cliffs in the Moroccan Atlas Mountains to reach her weekly boarding school. Samuel, who is thirteen, but cannot use his legs, has to be pushed 2.5 miles by his younger brothers on a homemade wheelchair in eastern India in the morning and afternoon. And finally, Carlito, 11, rides eleven miles (on a horse) through the plains of Argentina with his younger sister the way to school and back. What amazed me was that these children, who are all around my age, walk these distances and face these dangers alone! Their parents pray for their safety before they go, and they all have friends or siblings accompanying them, but they are very brave to go on the journey by themselves. They all realize the importance of doing whatever it takes to go to school to learn. I cannot imagine doing the same thing any one of these kids does on a daily basis. When asked about what they want to be in the future, they all had inspiring replies. Samuel said that he would like to become a doctor so he could help fix other people with conditions like his. Zahira wants to travel to the villages around her school and persuade families to send their children to school so they can have the same opportunities as her. After watching this movie, I realized that when I complained about having to get up early and rush in the morning for school, it was nothing compared to what these kids had to go through to get to school as part of their normal routine. I felt grateful that I could safely sit in a car and ride with my parents to get to school each day for a 10 minute, not 10 mile, ride. So the next time you get annoyed for having to get up so early to ride in a car, take a bus, bike or walk a short distance o school, remember these four kids and how they must walk miles in dangerous locations just to get to their schools. We should all be grateful we have access to a good education and an easy path to it. If you want to find out more, you should watch the movie, “On the Way to School.” I highly recommend it if you want to watch an inspiring and motivating movie! “On the Way to School” (2015), DistriB Films. Directed by Pascal Plisson, written by Marie-Claire Javoy, Pascal Plisson.
