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.
grief that tastes of absent ice cream bars at the airport,
what is a welcome back to a hometown without a beloved tradition?
a perfectly sweet candy,
gummy to the mouth,
but sticking to the teeth.
konjac eaten too quickly can catch and choke.
gulp it down so that you can save yourself,
Illustration by Scout Mayo My body is a temple of fool’s gold, ornamented with masterpieces of my children’s making, which are hastily taped or glue-stuck