Deep inside me under all the layers close to the warm core lies a bead, a pearl sized bead I look to it when I'm alone I examine each side and slant and curve I hold it tight I let it slip Deep inside me under all the layers close to the warm core lies a bead I grab it when I'm drowning I roll it in my palm gently in circles I keep it still I let it be Deep inside me under all the layers close to the warm core lies a bead, a pearl a pearl
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 should’ve spoken, it was the time to do it, but in the moment, I couldn’t, didn’t feel I had the right to Who am
Illustration by Deema Alawa In the Crossing by Sara Lavan I felt weightless As the boat moved closer to the pier and The wind wrapped
I grasp the color between my thumb and index finger, light and flexible Glide the pastel against paper like it’s a skate on ice, smooth and
Caracas, Venezuela. On my top ten travel destinations for one reason: Arepas! The arepa is a simple flat bread made from corn flour and water,