Date after date
Week after week
Month after month
They’re booked
Occupying my sweet free time with futile, ill-planned, ill-timed tasks
Which I silently complete smiling politely.
Date after date
Week after week
Month after month
They’re booked
Occupying my sweet free time with futile, ill-planned, ill-timed tasks
Which I silently complete smiling politely.
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.





Cevan stands at the foot of the cascading staircase; head tilted up Its ivory steps and mahogany banister spiral toward, glowing new; shimmering posibilities Pristine
In time you will see, all the tiny rocks that you collect in your pockets they won’t weigh you down, but instead will build you
The crisp cool air catches my cheeks, like a mother holding the face of her child in her palms– I gaze back into her eyes: