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.
I am hungry. No breakfast feels sturdy enough, hearty enough to get me through to the mornings these days. I have tried everything, including not
Baby, baby, baby That first time.. my heart fluttered, so severe that my skin shivered; a tiny quake–oh bliss Baby, baby, baby that voice high