Like a rush of wind
she strokes the keys, pluck, kluck, klunk
Urgently racing the clock
Like a rush of wind
she strokes the keys, pluck, kluck, klunk
Urgently racing the clock
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.





Standing in front of my students, my heart beats with the rhythm of the classroom: clock ticking in strained rotation, papers rustling through thick binder

I am productive not overwhelmed I am even at times bored. I am okay but wonder is there more? I am steady climbing up, climbing
Love is the whoosh of a dishwasher filled uncomfortably to the brim, only to be emptied days later in a hurried, not-into-details way, which results
I lay on my back Listening to the intricate drumming Of the rain against the metal roof Split in half by My right side filled