I
Am
a fucking mountain, sturdy, tall, muscular
you may try to move me, shoving with your words
you may try to blow a tunnel through me, use large sticks of dynamite to show me you are in charge
And I will remain me:
A mountain of a woman, no obstacle in my path, I rise to the heavens.
Peak above you!
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.
A silky-sweet, buttery-crisp scallop honors my tongue and I’m instantly nodding and embarrassingly “mmming” so the table next to me grows awkwardly silent. The plate
Tiny red bulbs Burst like bubbles inside my mouth Sweet and juicy A gift Tiny cranberry beads Trickle into the bowl Spilling, filling Sweet and
Molecules of clean chlorine break over my swim cap as I push past fatigue, breathing bubbles. I begin another spin down the chemically pristine and
