Soloing around town, the wind spirals through her hair, lifts the bottom edge of her dress and her skin is alive.
She had forgotten–this side of life, the freedom,
No compromises, no responsibility, no words, no leaning
Suddenly a self-reliant woman for a few,
She sees, though she has many whom she loves, who love her, she actually only needs herself for the night.
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.
Baby bulbous bubbles sprout to the surface spiraling to the top and bursting into fizz each eager bulb excitedly bouncing around; they spin together playing
It started with crossword puzzles. I enjoyed working on them during my commute, to help my brain wake up in the mornings. I appreciated their
Hypocrite I called them hypocrites for calling themselves Christians and judging me for wearing earrings to church. They called her a hypocrite for dating the