Gears shift, up, down
park, drive, neutral, drive, park
apparitions coast over, under
click, clack, squeal, click, clack
and I
I’m still here
A lil’ new, a lil’ old,
a lot whole
no more parts surfing on wind-threads
no more slices trampled at every turn
no more edges scraping tin-walls
no I
I’m here.
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.
Transformed by the sun’s rays peppermint essential oil dance piano love cuddled Transformed by movement truth diving in to the new color hair beauty
In the corner of my mind she resides, large heavy cloak, dark, deep-set eyes—a constant reminder Her inky black clothes spill easily, if I let
Illustration by Deema Alawa Jaya Shoma Khallee* by Parivash Fahim Goff I give in to the sun baked sand, sink down against the smooth log