A wall of marble
I rise, again and again
chipped edges standing.
A wall of marble
I rise, again and again
chipped edges standing.
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.




There’s a conveyor belt–slow moving. And You, you have your feet glued to it, letting it carry you–never walking yourself. In between–you and I; space
I sit alone watching each sun ray cut through the window to get to my skin, Waiting Light at last Darkness just a memory Parts

Dear Trent, Hi, it’s me. It’s been just over fifteen years since we last saw each other. Life sure has changed since the wee hours