a dandelion.
I stand alone awaiting—
a gust to set me free
a dandelion.
I stand alone awaiting—
a gust to set me free
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.
The blame—it stacks high, an unyielding tower of sharp pieces of stone. You assemble and build and construct… So focused on this up surd structure
“Traditions bring people together,” declared a 7th grade student in my 5th period class. We were sitting in large squarish circle. Our first Socratic Seminar
Each time the seasons change It rises above sea level Waiting to be released Waiting to flood and force A reboot Each time the seasons