my nails dig into the earth, fists full of brown soil grind into my skin,
on my knees, I scrape again and again, digging for a piece of me, a piece of you, a piece of peace
but all I hold is cold, wet, clay
all that I am is cold, wet, clay
all that you are is cold wet clay
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.
In a faux fur coat, one knee bent, arms flaring up, huge smile, I pose with my colleagues for our group Kindness Week photoshoot. strike
The bright green trees blurred as they passed my window. I could see them through my peripheral, guardians always there. I placed my finger in