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.
Move, move, move! I know sounds like common sense and even dumb as teachers spend most of their day on their feet, but usually we
Baby bulbous bubbles sprout to the surface spiraling to the top and bursting into fizz each eager bulb excitedly bouncing around; they spin together playing
The sharp eruption thunders next to me, I am deaf, but for the ringing in my ears it whispers: say something, speak up, stand up