By Julia Stewart, TIWP student At first you listened You strained your ears to grasp it After a time you realized; There is nothing. Not the sound of frogs shouting their desires Not the wind bellowing its pain. Finally you have been left there, In that fraction of a second. You soaked it up like […]
On Feminism
By Izzy G., TIWP student When people used to ask me if I was a feminist, I never knew what to say. I started by answering no, I am not a feminist. I am not a feminist because feminists were “angry, bitter old women.” But I could not have been more wrong. Little did I […]
Being Woman
By Izzi Roth, TIWP Student The foot comes off the gas and as the tires slowly grab the pebbles off the ground and it goes dark. A voice calls out, “hey would you come here for a sec” and it all goes dark. You step out of the house and a pair of eyes gropes […]
Poem to the Ordinary
By Sophie Bubrick, TIWP student Rolled over, curled up in thought. The hand expectantly presses against your back. A hesitant, confused touch, Accessing a distant, lifeless mind. You know that single hand with the familiar wrinkles and imperfections which mask it. Hungering to get a rise of emotion from you. Yet you stay, Back […]
Bitches Get Stuff Done
By Kate Nerone, TIWP student Bitch is “Bossy” before Bitch is Bitch. Bitch is “King of the Girls” before she is tall enough To stand in line and have head meet line: Sorry must be this tall to ride, Must be this big To be a Bitch. “Bitch” he tells you, “is what […]
Busy
By Yvette Givvin, Women of Wisdom student I hate busy. This pace, this race to nowhere To what, for what end? It’s a mob running out of the theatre but did anyone stop to realize there is no fire?
Harvard Won’t Make You Happy
By Melissa Quiter, Editor-in-Chief I ran into the worst student I ever had in my 10 years as a high school teacher earlier this week, and he is really happy. I was heading into a community center with my two young children for an event, and there he was, holding open the door for a group […]
The Intuitive Voice Takes Flight
By Melissa Quiter, Editor-in-Chief When I was a teenager, I had conviction. I had principles. I had passion. I was invincible. I fought for what I believed in. Now I am 38, and I’m pretty tired. In many ways, my world is smaller. My goals are simpler. My fights are with my toddler and not […]
