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.





I. Around my neck hangs a tiny, silver disc, dulled by the oil of my skin, and sunscreen, so small it’s hard to recognize the
Five days after I posted about my awesome Camry, who has stood the test of time and seven moves, she didn’t pass the state inspection.
Democracy, Compromised Inside this cave they say no one can see me but next to me is an army of warrioresses preparing for battle in

I wear my fingers out into the coldBare, pleading winter air to cool the stabs of heatTo calm the thin acid between my finger bones