little puffy clouds large puffy clouds pillows large and small atop fences, cars, and tiny tree branches white, kind, brief white cotton blankets carpets unroll upon sidewalks, roads, lawns gentle, silent, unending the city is calm silent and whole not a question left in sight not a fear lingering in the wind just white, light, soft and brief clarity comes only like this Day 27 NaPoWriMo
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.
The sharp eruption thunders next to me, I am deaf, but for the ringing in my ears it whispers: say something, speak up, stand up
When I was a little girl, I longed for luscious flowing long hair that danced in the wind and cascaded down my back because I