Deep inside me under all the layers close to the warm core lies a bead, a pearl sized bead I look to it when I'm alone I examine each side and slant and curve I hold it tight I let it slip Deep inside me under all the layers close to the warm core lies a bead I grab it when I'm drowning I roll it in my palm gently in circles I keep it still I let it be Deep inside me under all the layers close to the warm core lies a bead, a pearl a pearl
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.
Five days after I posted about my awesome Camry, who has stood the test of time and seven moves, she didn’t pass the state inspection.
Illustration by Jill Kimura Scream: A Woman’s Dream INT. Dacha turned conference room. Two women (one Korean-American, one Indian-American) sit at the head of the
I am a woman: pale skinned with dark brown, wavy, frizzy hair. I have sharp facial features. I wear glasses, they are sea-green aqua-marine turquoise