I drove down another path today, in another car, dreaming other dreams
The dust behind did not chase my car, no, it watched me move on, away from those old thoughts
I drove in the same city, with the same passenger, but it was new, and I was just a bit giddy with the newness of the other.
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 have this need well belief really that I simply must be the number one person there for every friend in need. What this means
Illustration by Deema Alawa A Brutalizing Womanhood by Theresa Famatigan angels whose en- gendered wars began eons before they advanced feet in the womb, on
Red buds line thin long branches trees stand firm guarding baby purple flowers lime-green moss fly across the garden floor playful birds spread across the
Since I was a sixth grader, football has confused me. Back then I pretended to care and even stayed up to watch the Redskins win