Your eyes remind me
Of all that didn’t get last year
and—
all that I did.
Your eyes remind me
Of all that didn’t get last year
and—
all that I did.
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.




all the pieces they add up—to desires, deep yearnings of belongings that are not mine to have they hover, slap me with icy fingers, each

Dawn arrives and your spirals imprint the sky; I coast toward the lemon pink rings that glide tenderly upward It would be easy to slide
The raucous laughter slips into the hallway, vibrates, echoes, pulsates out onto the road. It is our last hour together: this specific combination of personalities.

That year started out the same, Introductions, a checklist of rules and routines But students are the unpredictable variable Cece was misplaced, mainstreamed into Gen