Tiny red bulbs
Burst like bubbles
inside my mouth
Sweet and juicy
A gift
Tiny cranberry beads
Trickle into the bowl
Spilling, filling
Sweet and kind
Soft and loving
Trickle
Burst
Sweeten
Soften
Gentle connection
For tough times
Soft love for hard times
Tiny red beads
Tiny bulbs, pockets of sweet:
A reminder.
Eventually it’s gone
Eventually new ground
Everything changes
And this I accept!
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.
Like the leaves squeezed into bags that line my street, it’s time for me to rest my fingers’ beat. Like the epic finale to Purple
Illustration by Deema Alawa Jaya Shoma Khallee* by Parivash Fahim Goff I give in to the sun baked sand, sink down against the smooth log
Illustration by Deema Alawa The Little Girl and Her Ghost by Celeste Bloom She was seven years old the first time goosebumps prickled her skin