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.
back home a loneliness fills the reality of it ending the fantasy blown away by the winds of truth unpack rearrange call him call her
Illustration by Deema Alawa We Were Queens by Parivash Goff This was a stolen October day, six hours of teaching traded for a two hour
Like the leaves squeezed into bags that line my street, it’s time for me to rest my fingers’ beat. Like the epic finale to Purple