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 ring-around-the-rosy
and I listen to the delicate drizzle of their meeting
thirsty to be one of them,
Patiently awaiting my turn.
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.
The absence of you is a dull achealways there, I take every OTC med I can get my hands on, but nothing works.because when it
What you don’t see is that one inch needle I inject into the skin of my belly every Saturday: the counting to three, the self-talks
Today I cleaned the kitchen. I worked out. I graded a little and planned some. I watched tv. I walked the dogs. I fed them.