Burning brightly through the window The sun's ray cut into space Warming every inch Filling it to its brim Crackling kindly from below The fire soothes space Filling it with comfort Sighing in relief A firm foundation-- the couch Supporting soft surrender now A quiet place-- solace A gateway-- serenity Each cocoons me-- Softly floating down stream Toward pure clarity. napowrimo day 12
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.
The raucous laughter slips into the hallway, vibrates, echoes, pulsates out onto the road. It is our last hour together: this specific combination of personalities.
1. Don’t worry about me breaking down, I’ll give you a fair warning with enough time to pull over, but not enough time to drive
