A matrix of lines stare back at me–a list of endless possibilities for a day of discovery.
My feet my only transportation; oh glorious liberty: a new city within my grasp.
Should I start North, South, East, or West?
Water! It is my North star, forever tugging me towards the bay.
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.
I dream Everyday Looking for clarity Searching Searching the train for answers Outside the landscape: green, lush, infinite looks back with serenity I wander through
Saying goodbye to summer and hello to the another school year can be sharp. Each Labor Day weekend I over plan because I don’t want
Day 2: we laugh out loud, and reminisce about those days, those days…the ones that were just months ago, yet feel like decades ago. Those
I made of us boulders
forged in relentless gusts
that threatened silence,
destruction.