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.





All the “should haves” pile up: one on top of the other and blind my vision. I stare at the cards I’ve been dealt, my

Illustration by Jill Kimura Scream: Unbecoming by Sonia Chintha Dear Readers, I started the theme of this issue with a list of things I wanted
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
Minced garlic, chopped rosemary, grated ginger swirl as the wooden spoon twirls around the lamb with the trio. It is Sunday. Lamb Stew’s on the