I drove down another path today, in another car, dreaming other dreams
The dust behind did not chase my car, no, it watched me move on, away from those old thoughts
I drove in the same city, with the same passenger, but it was new, and I was just a bit giddy with the newness of the other.
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.
Cinnamon, chillies, ginger, garlic, cilantro, country chicken, cloves meet for a slow dance. It’s the type of modern dance that makes me shiver. My insides
Dawn arrives and your spirals imprint the sky; I coast toward the lemon pink rings that glide tenderly upward It would be easy to slide