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.
Last night after months of anticipation, I got see Florence and the Machine. I drove an hour to Merriweather Post Pavilion–a concert venue I haven’t
Illustration by Allie Olivares On Defiance by Sally Ingram Things I Did to Defy Loneliness: – looked up and wished on
Today we sat like equals and discussed my blog post, your preference of teaching styles and giggled like old pals under the burning sun on