A sweet scent of olden times sweeps the air and I turn sharply,
searching for the guilty flora.
Unable to spot it quickly, I inhale
slow meaningful breaths full of childhood pleasures:
the rush of eating a berry plucked from a plant. The sweet taste of honeysuckle on the tip of my tongue.
A soft smile creeps at the remembrance of a time so far away.
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.
I am–but damn I try hard not to be– I am yet anotha girl manipulated into—cornered into enabling your male privileged ass That one who
Illustration by Wendy Nogales Scream is the Heart’s Pound Prolonged by Rosa Parhizkar The sound of rockets hit my ears at a rooftop dinner table.
I hold you and you close to my heart warm warmth gooey love against my chest tiny faces, racing heartbeats button noses similar to mine