With a baby breath, I swim to the farthest end of the pond, believing in this, in us
memories of the strength I get from us glide with each stroke and I grasp the water in my fist,
a useless act of preservation,
for there’s only one thing to do here, in this bottomless pond:
swim on toward the banks of love.
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.
The Potomac sparkled, reflecting the early afternoon light. Crisp Autumn wind flipped my hair straight up, above my head. I silently walked the labyrinth at
It is my belief that those who invented brunch, like me, did it as an excuse to eat more. Last year on a lazy Sunday,
Dear Administrator, You with your pointy finger And meetings about My PLP– the ones that continued to demoralize and devalue me, my abilities, my talents.