The sharp eruption thunders next to me,
I am deaf, but for the ringing in my ears
it whispers: say something, speak up, stand up
In the silent ringing, my thoughts erupt too—scream, crash, flail thunder inside
waiting, knowing
this…
this is my super power!
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 first time I had grits was a rainy Sunday brunch at a shi-shi French-Southern restaurant in West Nashville. I had their version of shrimp
In you I found the layer, the one and only layer that’s still unseen by most of my family: the whole me, complete circle. though
360° The circle her arms make around my neck Gripping with the never say die strength of a three year old Point of intersection Her