Soloing around town, the wind spirals through her hair, lifts the bottom edge of her dress and her skin is alive.
She had forgotten–this side of life, the freedom,
No compromises, no responsibility, no words, no leaning
Suddenly a self-reliant woman for a few,
She sees, though she has many whom she loves, who love her, she actually only needs herself for the night.
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.
Silence and sunlight freedom’s delightful present for dreamers like me endless blue lights up the earth’s prickly surface–dark starlets of dew spark edges of green
All the “should haves” pile up: one on top of the other and blind my vision. I stare at the cards I’ve been dealt, my
I am–but damn I try hard not to be– I am yet anotha girl manipulated into—cornered into enabling your male privileged ass That one who
Croissants are the shit. One cold winter day, as my students slowly filtered in before school, L came into my room and whispered: “Would you