Brought upon by difference
I
breathe out fire, inhale ice
a fusion.
I am a sculpted body of powerful thoughts
just waiting to be
Plucked,
petal by petal,
and to cover the earth with love.
Brought upon by difference
I
breathe out fire, inhale ice
a fusion.
I am a sculpted body of powerful thoughts
just waiting to be
Plucked,
petal by petal,
and to cover the earth with love.
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.




I used to hold tight the story that my dad was an excellent cook when he got married, and my mom had no clue. Thus,

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Me and you everything warm, oozing, always there love raw, layered—a labyrinth Of stories upon stories a brick wall, melding two separate lives into a