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.
I wish I could let go of you You with your crushing sarcasm laughing at it all like it’s no big deal– to treat me
imagine New York, the racy, adventurous city at night, the satisfaction the constant flicker of men and women
Saturday. Early Morning. Awake and ready— to start vacation; hit the road; clean, organize, clear; fix house matters; eat; explore; listen; budget. Saturday. Early Morning.
From a distance I stand in mountain pose, channel the ground beneath me to center the particles that long to join the majority of tribes