Silenced voices
haunt the rooms
pressing me to question myself.
Abandoned
and left with words and pictures
from the past
I crouch in the moonlight
counting the seconds till morn’.
Like a lone leaf,
I pirouette down off the branch
and tighten on the grass,
pleading
the
sun
to
rise.
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 waited 13 years for my trip to Jamaica. Within a month of meeting Neil and finding out that his family was from Jamaica, I
The leaves sizzle on the wind dangling in crowds like kids on monkey bars. They twinkle in the early evening sky: stripes of green, yellow,
My mind overwhelms me with questions questions of worth questions of dreams questions of skill I sit alone stewing in preparation for it to come