Deep crimson stretches wide
Brewing a warrior,
each
mark
Each
stride,
builds on the last
And its joy rattles the whole army,
Rippling out so far, you can feel it out past the atmosphere:
That, my girl, that is the power of your mind, your body.
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.
Last month N and I went to Reston Town Center to walk around. As soon as we got there, I was hungry so we went
The blame—it stacks high, an unyielding tower of sharp pieces of stone. You assemble and build and construct… So focused on this up surd structure
Tilt my chin to the skies and envision your skies: mostly gray, maybe cloudy, framed by the pine greens and you— With your bright ass