At times, I breathe ice
cold smoke pillows out with each exhale, no fire can melt this breath of lone ice.
At times, I breathe fire
gray smoke escapes my nostrils,
I exhale truth, a truth of liquid flames
—a windstorm of longing to belong.
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.
“If you think you are ready to publish, you are not even close. So many writers are trying to fast track to publishing, without putting
Five days after I posted about my awesome Camry, who has stood the test of time and seven moves, she didn’t pass the state inspection.
What’s your size? She asks. “Oh, you know, 6, 8, 10.” I. Am. A turtle, retreating into her shell. A deflated balloon on the frozen