When the cold winds congregate with the warm ones, be cautious.
Something is stirring within, it could just skip over you and destroy your neighbor or you could be caught in the eye of this storm: a twisting,
churning,
violent
helix of furiously rash words that could pierce your heart and leave you on the dirty floor leaking blood.
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.
imagine New York, the racy, adventurous city at night, the satisfaction the constant flicker of men and women
My eyes bulged out of their sockets, ears had surely misheard. But it was true. I had heard right. My father had indeed spoken to
Deep inside me under all the layers close to the warm core lies a bead, a pearl sized bead I look to it when I’m
A matrix of lines stare back at me–a list of endless possibilities for a day of discovery. My feet my only transportation; oh glorious liberty: