little puffy clouds large puffy clouds pillows large and small atop fences, cars, and tiny tree branches white, kind, brief white cotton blankets carpets unroll upon sidewalks, roads, lawns gentle, silent, unending the city is calm silent and whole not a question left in sight not a fear lingering in the wind just white, light, soft and brief clarity comes only like this Day 27 NaPoWriMo
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
I glance across the bridge at you in the distance, now blurred around the edges The old days are lanterns floating gentle into the sky.
This month I cooked my first meal for 15 people. Initially, I thought this was an easy task. After-all, I feel confident about my abilities
They. They are to blame for your false sense of knowledge and power. they give you so much power, and you. you glide upwards, a