My mind overwhelms me with questions
questions of worth
questions of dreams
questions of skill
I sit alone stewing in preparation
for it to come
for it to happen
for it to unfold
All of it sits at the crispy edge of my skinny fingers
I feel the touch
but can’t see where it will take me
I squint to help me see clearer
but there’s nothing there
Then, like lightning splitting a tree in half
the idea falls into my mind:
“close your eyes, idiot
feel it happening”
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.
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
Illustration by Kelly Cole A Cracked Pomegranate by Rosa Parhizkar “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there”
The sharp scent of chlorine winds its way to my nostril. It’s not a gentle greeting, nothing here is. No. But, I know this choreography