my nails dig into the earth, fists full of brown soil grind into my skin,
on my knees, I scrape again and again, digging for a piece of me, a piece of you, a piece of peace
but all I hold is cold, wet, clay
all that I am is cold, wet, clay
all that you are is cold wet clay
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.
My mind overwhelms me with questions questions of worth questions of dreams questions of skill I sit alone stewing in preparation for it to come
A Backyard Symphony by Diana Vaniotis Illustration by Tatyana Safronova Edited by Parivash Fahim Goff Metallic chimes write the melody As crashing waves pound the chorus.The
I lay on my back Listening to the intricate drumming Of the rain against the metal roof Split in half by My right side filled
Today I have returned to myself, the weight of your passing, a wound still healing. 30 days have passed. Today, 30 minutes I moved, releasing