Arms outstretched, I twirl
my skirt flies ballooning into perfect waves
I tilt my chin towards the blue parachute above me
Daffodils
Buttercups
Roses
Petunias
Me
Together we twirl
We are light, gleaming
We are green, sprouting
We are air, breathing
Wildly graceful curves like the waves of my skirt
Divinely Right
My gold-plated footprints mark the path with raw truth.
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.
Release I am an airtight freezer bag, I cling, holding on to the past till there is freezer burn all over it. They tell me,
It’s Four O’clock here, the day your dream comes to fruition. It’s four o’clock here, I envision you cradling him in your arms, wrapped up
Dear Administrator, You with your pointy finger And meetings about My PLP– the ones that continued to demoralize and devalue me, my abilities, my talents.
Yesterday I went to a Chat and Chew, where a question arose in our all female discussion: “What do you do to spice up your