The blame—it stacks high, an unyielding tower of sharp pieces of stone.
You assemble and build and construct…
So focused on this up surd structure
So consumed by the long hours you put in to lay each stone just right for all your viewers to see
but you are blinded—
blinded by the work, unable to see that each shard of rock has your name on it too.
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.
Monsoon Season by Sonia Chintha Illustration by Wendy Nogales Edited by Parivash Fahim Goff & Andrea Nevin A fire was born at midnight in monsoon
Like a snowstorm in July I sit jumbled, puzzled, churning A shiny old-new problem presents itself, begging, poking, jangling me My toes curl over the
360° The circle her arms make around my neck Gripping with the never say die strength of a three year old Point of intersection Her