A sweet scent of olden times sweeps the air and I turn sharply,
searching for the guilty flora.
Unable to spot it quickly, I inhale
slow meaningful breaths full of childhood pleasures:
the rush of eating a berry plucked from a plant. The sweet taste of honeysuckle on the tip of my tongue.
A soft smile creeps at the remembrance of a time so far away.
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.
The bright green trees blurred as they passed my window. I could see them through my peripheral, guardians always there. I placed my finger in
We only talk in brief text messages, can go months upon months in silence, I do not know where you live even, no address, no
I sit here free with my mind, the trees, and a mosquito. I am love. I am earth. I am peace. Still I wonder. I