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
Soloist flying high: pushpin collector Possibilities that tingle safe in a palm A window opportunity waiting. Climb Out! Freely fly far destination dreams dangle hanging
Illustration by Deema Alawa Pooja’s Last Day by Sonia Chintha “We have to make a full tea set.” “Okay, okay,” Pooja said. She dug deep