Sharp earthquakes tilt us together into a pile of debris and I should be able to see it as hope and possibility and evolution, but the metallic taste on my tongue lingers, reminding me of all the tiny, teeny pieces of bricks that I’ve already cemented together.
Whose bricks are these on the bridge I’ve been building for two decades? Did they come from a trendy hashtag or my heart?
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.
Swimming in a sea of perfection I swallow it down drowning in chlorine She’s better He’s better they’re all better What am I? Right left
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
Tomorrow I’ll put out the baby pilot lamp that I’ve kept going for the past year and a half. The remains of a bonfire built