Today I started the hunt again
same one I’ve done over and over
for fourteen years.
I put on the camo, wiped clean the rifle, strapped on the boots.
sat against a tree in search of
the birds
I see daily—free flying against that pink sunset
and I thought to myself:
if I get one for myself,
maybe
I, too, can free fly.
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.
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
Wispy strands of air whip my body, a gentle massage only a winter’s morn can provide; I tilt my chin up into the brilliant blue
all the pieces they add up—to desires, deep yearnings of belongings that are not mine to have they hover, slap me with icy fingers, each