Between the lines I inject color
Deep pigments of flagrant hues
Ink flies off the page–an eagle soaring in the open skies
And for a couple of hours there’s silence:
No dings of messages;
No sitcom laughter;
No chores yelling for attention;
No problem needing a solution
Just an even wrist shading in the colors of my bloodline.
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.
It’s easy to look back and make my life seem so worth it. At the same time it’s just as easy to claim all of
A break in a routine and I am jostled like the snow in a snow globe, tiny particles scatter apart, it’s
In you I found the layer, the one and only layer that’s still unseen by most of my family: the whole me, complete circle. though
