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.




Each time the seasons change It rises above sea level Waiting to be released Waiting to flood and force A reboot Each time the seasons
The bright green trees blurred as they passed my window. I could see them through my peripheral, guardians always there. I placed my finger in

Guayaquil, Ecuador – 1929 Etelvina Alarcón awakes just before dawn, muttering “Se acabó la buena vida.” The good life is over. She arrives at