The sharp eruption thunders next to me,
I am deaf, but for the ringing in my ears
it whispers: say something, speak up, stand up
In the silent ringing, my thoughts erupt too—scream, crash, flail thunder inside
waiting, knowing
this…
this is my super power!
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.
Walking through a field of sinking sand I push hard for clarity it doesn’t matter those words don’t matter I will not let them attach
It’s 4:15PM and I’m desperately attempting to exit the city to make a Zumba class at 5:30. I am parched beyond parched, but still avoiding
droplets of salty sweat glide down my torso,tickling my identity, the one I’ve made so cozy.Safely tucked away in the suburbs outside the nation’s capital,I