It’s easy to forget, get swept away
The daily grind and needy faces,
crowd my days loud
louder than loud–
I can go days silencing her…
sometimes weeks
But.
It only takes one: note, flash, slice, clip to strap my suit back in place
And.
I am back baby
Back like better than before
A fire burning so hot it’s blue
For.
I
Am
Artist
!
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.
“We have to make a full tea set.”
“Okay, okay,” Pooja said. She dug deep into the soil to retrieve our clay. I waited patiently for her to show me her roll-and-bend technique to make the tiny handles for our teacups. We were artists, rolling clay into the tea cups to use for our pretend tea parties. We were hosts. We were sculptors. We were friends. I was her confidante. She told me about the boys who teased her for raising her hand in class. She confessed that she couldn’t wait to get her menses. She told what she thought that was. Her narratives made me feel more. More than six. More than a measly first standard student. When we were together in public, I carried myself taller, like her, chest out, spine straight.
Tuesday night as a treat, I made banana smoothies as breakfast for the first three days back from Winter Break. I had three over ripened
Yesterday, I went for my first swim in three months. It was in a shi-shi heated small pool. I slid in and found my rhythm
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