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.
When I was twenty-three years, my boyfriend at the time broke up with me via text message. It said: “I don’t know if I can
Like the leaves squeezed into bags that line my street, it’s time for me to rest my fingers’ beat. Like the epic finale to Purple
Yesterday a colleague questioned my informal style of communicating with the parents of my students. (I address parents with their first names in emails and