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.
Illustration by Tatyana Safronova Written by Parivash Fahim Goff Edited by Andrea Nevin February 2019 She knew there would be no other school now. After
So many times I sank rocks in my pockets, heavy Now, I walk forward palms heavy with rocks one foot in front of another Steady
1. Him: “What’s this?” Me: “A Poem” Him: “But it doesn’t rhyme.” 2. “When I eat something, my shirt eats it too!” 3. Me: “What’s
I lower my chest and inhale everything blurs the white line in front of me, the screaming crowds. My heartbeat slows and suddenly it’s all