a dandelion.
I stand alone awaiting—
a gust to set me free
a dandelion.
I stand alone awaiting—
a gust to set me free
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.
I remember the large cabin and numerous empty seats on the PanAm flight from Frankfort to Dulles. I remember the runny, moist flesh of a
Guayaquil, Ecuador – 1929 Etelvina Alarcón awakes just before dawn, muttering “Se acabó la buena vida.” The good life is over. She arrives at
It fell in large, fluffy clusters and small, shiny dots at a rate that was steady steady and metered. Light and flaky it settled spread–
I lower my chest and inhale everything blurs the white line in front of me, the screaming crowds. My heartbeat slows and suddenly it’s all