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.
That year started out the same, Introductions, a checklist of rules and routines But students are the unpredictable variable Cece was misplaced, mainstreamed into Gen
Endless beaches—coast to coast Rows and rows of palm trees Spread Across the sandy shores unyielding — a kind, sweet night A spa, a pool,
Sunday night instead of grading, unpacking, doing laundry, planning for the week, or working out, I sat down to watch The English Teacher. Surely it