I hear you
brewing,
twisting,
tearing
through the trees in the backyard.
A violent energy—with the strength of dragons, crushing the tiny buildings beneath your fiery feet.
I get close to the window,
watch you near
smile at your magnetic pull,
let myself gravitate to the unflinching field of vehement,
hope to find my roar!
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 used to hold tight the story that my dad was an excellent cook when he got married, and my mom had no clue. Thus,
I long for them To frolic freely without a worry To come home at night without school work I long for them to play in
Moist air tangles my hair and I absorb patches of grass on mountains in the distance through the thin strands of black that brush my