I sip on tendrils of light between the shadows, scouring this land for more to gulp
Each tendril–a tiny pill of sweet sweet warmth that I take nightly always at the same time
Cause it only works if I stick to the same routine
I sip on tendrils of light between the shadows, scouring this land for more to gulp
Each tendril–a tiny pill of sweet sweet warmth that I take nightly always at the same time
Cause it only works if I stick to the same routine
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.




From a distance I stand in mountain pose, channel the ground beneath me to center the particles that long to join the majority of tribes
Today I started the hunt again same one I’ve done over and over for fourteen years. I put on the camo, wiped clean the rifle,
In my arms you were, bundled like a burrito— And forevermore Your shield I would be.
It’s discipline I’m seeking now and forever Stop talking just act! It’s discipline My arch nemesis I face Only in winter. Out of the icy