With a deep inhale of fresh paper,
I exhale the last two weeks
i scan the room, find the familiar signs, the wall of titles float like wallpaper stands in front of me and my eyes are fingers tracing the bindings,
I am finally still, present, no endless to-do lists, no thoughts, plans,
Just me, the books, and my eyes.
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.
thirty on paper in truth, it’s twenty it’s all I have yours, ours, mine 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th and then– twenty to eat, rest, talk–
I. Brown eyes / sketched in dreams that feed upon the bluest sky hair / unruly in its stretch to reach the greenest valleys
The blame—it stacks high, an unyielding tower of sharp pieces of stone. You assemble and build and construct… So focused on this up surd structure
Remember to write, you are a writer no matter what they say, Remember to create, you are a an artist ignore, avoid, cleanse yourself of