I sip on tendrils of light between the shadows, scouring this land for more to gulp
Each tendril–a tiny pill of sweet sweet warmth that I take nightly always at the same time
Cause it only works if I stick to the same routine
I sip on tendrils of light between the shadows, scouring this land for more to gulp
Each tendril–a tiny pill of sweet sweet warmth that I take nightly always at the same time
Cause it only works if I stick to the same routine
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.




Friday afternoon after an intense Pilates class, I walked over to Nickell’s & Scheffler for a quick snack. They had just finished preparing chili and
I hold you and you close to my heart warm warmth gooey love against my chest tiny faces, racing heartbeats button noses similar to mine
The lid on my head is heavy, keeps me under a constant state of bringing to a boil. The comfort of this cycle is a