Soloist flying high: pushpin collector
Possibilities that tingle safe in a palm
A window
opportunity
waiting.
Climb Out!
Freely fly far
destination dreams dangle
hanging above
waiting. Grab Hold!
they beckon:
open your arms,
push the pedal
adventure awaits!
Soloist walking lightly: post-it collector
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.
Sunday night instead of grading, unpacking, doing laundry, planning for the week, or working out, I sat down to watch The English Teacher. Surely it
I walked the familiar route; the same one I’d taken a few days ago, shuffling through contractions. Now I was making the treksolo, my son
I may not have the stretch marks, well actually I do, but not on my stomach. I may not have the C-section scar from hip
Fire limned with resentment, eating up the air until I choke— this is my anger, gaslit, bewildered. No longer able to tell who should be