She obsesses, hourly, minute by minute,
a constant second hand ticking away
nonetheless: there is only one way to begin,
Place a single brick where you desire,
crafting a sturdy tower,
takes more time than you think.
She obsesses, hourly, minute by minute,
a constant second hand ticking away
nonetheless: there is only one way to begin,
Place a single brick where you desire,
crafting a sturdy tower,
takes more time than you think.
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.





Fire limned with resentment, eating up the air until I choke— this is my anger, gaslit, bewildered. No longer able to tell who should be

Illustration by Deema Alawa Brown girl, fragile by Sonia Chintha I swim in the clear soup of your fragility A backstroke that inevitably feels like
‘Twas the week before the end of the quarter Not a soul could be found relaxing All were stressed, grading everything they saw Grading and