Us three: cousins; we—
a den, home for, with each other:
Soft crackling fire
of love are we
of home
of
sweet cozy familiarity, ease, breath, blood.
Us three: cousins; we—
a den, home for, with each other:
Soft crackling fire
of love are we
of home
of
sweet cozy familiarity, ease, breath, blood.
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.





My friend, Walter, stood about five feet and eight inches tall. He had sparkly warm blue eyes, weathered pink skin, and an electric, infectious smile. His wild eyebrows were often furrowed reflecting his deep thought, worries, and sadness. I met Walter after he was discovered living deep in the wild Northern California mountains.
In the syrupy pool of twisted lies, we are toys that stick to every surface Although on the Inside we are independent, healthy, most important
