Arms outstretched, I twirl
my skirt flies ballooning into perfect waves
I tilt my chin towards the blue parachute above me
Daffodils
Buttercups
Roses
Petunias
Me
Together we twirl
We are light, gleaming
We are green, sprouting
We are air, breathing
Wildly graceful curves like the waves of my skirt
Divinely Right
My gold-plated footprints mark the path with raw truth.
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.
Endless beaches—coast to coast Rows and rows of palm trees Spread Across the sandy shores unyielding — a kind, sweet night A spa, a pool,
As my year off, sabbatical, leave of absence, whatever you want to call it comes to an end, it’s hard not to look back and
by Parivash Goff Illustration by Tatyana Safronova Begin When the others gather to play tag and foursquare, to dress up dolls and masquerade as pirates,
Dear Trent, Hi, it’s me. It’s been just over fifteen years since we last saw each other. Life sure has changed since the wee hours