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.
Illustration by Deema Alawa Has Set Me Free by Susan Chung Un – prefix Become – verb ing – suffix When did you find out
Strolling through old stomping grounds, I hold hands with the twenty-nine year old me, now thirty-nine. She had just said yes to marriage; she had
Blue like the ocean big, bright, kind Blue like the sky above, vast, wide, love Blue where I found you now, here, there, more Light
When I met my husband, I was 31 years old and he was 24. My experience dating men his age was light and forgetful. Still,