With a baby breath, I swim to the farthest end of the pond, believing in this, in us
memories of the strength I get from us glide with each stroke and I grasp the water in my fist,
a useless act of preservation,
for there’s only one thing to do here, in this bottomless pond:
swim on toward the banks of love.
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.
From a distance I stand in mountain pose, channel the ground beneath me to center the particles that long to join the majority of tribes
Year one: get swept away. Year two: design, shop, decorate. Year three? charge up credit card… fix, fix, fix, pay, pay, pay. And– finalize decor,
Autumn’s first frost forms, a thin layer of crystals cover the blades of grass we take our early morn’ family walk, thinking thinking thinking i