Across the street
there is hustle and bustle,
A constant buzz of thrill—
beats pumping, bodies moving
Continuous action.
Across from that is a still life sketch,
Staged to perfection
Colors and objects in
Exact locales—even the wind can’t shift them.
Then there’s me.
Swerving back and forth
pedaling to balance
side to side
Down the middle of the road.
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.
As a ten-year old in a new country, all I wanted was to be part of this new culture and its customs. We arrived in
grief that tastes of absent ice cream bars at the airport,
what is a welcome back to a hometown without a beloved tradition?
a perfectly sweet candy,
gummy to the mouth,
but sticking to the teeth.
konjac eaten too quickly can catch and choke.
gulp it down so that you can save yourself,
Christmas of 1995. Sam and I were independent enough to give presents using our funds. It was an exciting time. I knew exactly what I