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.
Cevan stands at the foot of the cascading staircase; head tilted up Its ivory steps and mahogany banister spiral toward, glowing new; shimmering posibilities Pristine
Full. I am full, overflowing Content. So content After just hours of giggles and board games with two The two who own both sides of
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