‘Twas the week before the end of the quarter
Not a soul could be found relaxing
All were stressed, grading everything they saw
Grading and grading into the night and early morn’
Until I saw, she saw, we all saw that sparkling honey bee
It was you who provided me with love when no one else was awake
It was you who boosted me to grade just. one. more. essay.
It was you, you, you
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.
Without boundaries, it exists swirling existing in the air around you, never within light and kind warming you from the outside in. Wrapping its arms
Where is My Long Sword by Sonia Chintha Illustration by Jill Kimura Edited by Parivash Fahim Goff & Andrea Nevin air in, fill the body
I once knew a woman who was filled with fight, demanding independence from her husband after living in a world that depended on him, she