I hear you
brewing,
twisting,
tearing
through the trees in the backyard.
A violent energy—with the strength of dragons, crushing the tiny buildings beneath your fiery feet.
I get close to the window,
watch you near
smile at your magnetic pull,
let myself gravitate to the unflinching field of vehement,
hope to find my roar!
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.
Tiny red bulbs Burst like bubbles inside my mouth Sweet and juicy A gift Tiny cranberry beads Trickle into the bowl Spilling, filling Sweet and
Year one: get swept away. Year two: design, shop, decorate. Year three? charge up credit card… fix, fix, fix, pay, pay, pay. And– finalize decor,
The sharp scent of chlorine winds its way to my nostril. It’s not a gentle greeting, nothing here is. No. But, I know this choreography