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.
Because there are so many articles and blogs and conversations that are so filled with how awful it is to be a teacher today and
With a deep inhale of fresh paper, I exhale the last two weeks i scan the room, find the familiar signs, the wall of titles
They are a secret society, A loud parade, A marching band, A cacophony A band of drummers practicing downstairs They Have It And outside alone