She obsesses, hourly, minute by minute,
a constant second hand ticking away
nonetheless: there is only one way to begin,
Place a single brick where you desire,
crafting a sturdy tower,
takes more time than you think.
She obsesses, hourly, minute by minute,
a constant second hand ticking away
nonetheless: there is only one way to begin,
Place a single brick where you desire,
crafting a sturdy tower,
takes more time than you think.
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.
Illustration by Deema Alawa We Were Queens by Parivash Goff This was a stolen October day, six hours of teaching traded for a two hour
Arms outstretched, I twirl my skirt flies ballooning into perfect waves I tilt my chin towards the blue parachute above me Daffodils Buttercups Roses Petunias Me