Date after date
Week after week
Month after month
They’re booked
Occupying my sweet free time with futile, ill-planned, ill-timed tasks
Which I silently complete smiling politely.
Date after date
Week after week
Month after month
They’re booked
Occupying my sweet free time with futile, ill-planned, ill-timed tasks
Which I silently complete smiling politely.
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.





Like the leaves squeezed into bags that line my street, it’s time for me to rest my fingers’ beat. Like the epic finale to Purple

I. Brown eyes / sketched in dreams that feed upon the bluest sky hair / unruly in its stretch to reach the greenest valleys

I lie horizontal eyes fixed on the blinding sun, sparks of needly pain spread across my scalp, they follow the pathways of my nerves And