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.
Illustration by Tatyana Safronova Written by Parivash Fahim Goff Edited by Andrea Nevin February 2019 She knew there would be no other school now. After
Knees high, wide strides I run towards nothing away from everything laughing loud and free Bare feet on sand I chase after everything Stop Turn
My very pregnant former belly dance teacher is front and center in her red costume shimmying fiercely with a wide-ass grin on her face and
Each time the seasons change It rises above sea level Waiting to be released Waiting to flood and force A reboot Each time the seasons