A myriad of branches spread
like veins in a body–
a screen door for the sky
thick and thin
strong and slim
lines, matrices of dark brown
stand independently in union
against the morning dew.

A myriad of branches spread
like veins in a body–
a screen door for the sky
thick and thin
strong and slim
lines, matrices of dark brown
stand independently in union
against the morning dew.
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.




Sunday night I sat down for dinner with mom, Sam, and our significant others. Dinner at Minerva: Indian restaurant, Hyderbadi/Andhra style cuisine. Our mission: to
She arrives once every 23 days crazy, blazing, like a tornado she takes it all down people, love, relationships– without prejudice. She cries during commercials,
Color My Palate. On the Road. Last weekend, my dear writing pal Karen (http://www.splatospheric.com/)asked me if I would participate in a blog tour about “My