Rosy cirrus clouds spread their wings across the blush skies, carelessly sprawling their wispy feathers
You see, it’s solstice and they are showing off,
Sweeping the horizon like rulers of the heavens, trains of their gowns blowing behind them in the summer wind.
And I?
I tilt my head in respect, bowing unworthy.
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.
Cevan stands at the foot of the cascading staircase; head tilted up Its ivory steps and mahogany banister spiral toward, glowing new; shimmering posibilities Pristine
Illustration by Allie Olivares The Boy Who Drew Animals by Celeste Bloom There was once a boy who drew animalsto prove he had a soul.
Last week a friend reminded me that I am not a mother and she is. Initially, it stung, sending me into a spiral of I’ll-never-be-good-enough’s
I roll past the same ramp opposite the entrance that was the first door that opened my life to this new world and grin at