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.
What I’ve learned is alarming my insides and yet when you notice it in me, I flutter with pride. Could I do it, genuinely? Yes,
back home a loneliness fills the reality of it ending the fantasy blown away by the winds of truth unpack rearrange call him call her
Monsoon Season by Sonia Chintha Illustration by Wendy Nogales Edited by Parivash Fahim Goff & Andrea Nevin A fire was born at midnight in monsoon
I should’ve spoken, it was the time to do it, but in the moment, I couldn’t, didn’t feel I had the right to Who am