By Zoe Moga, TIWP Student *Natsukashii originates from the Japanese language (なつかしい) and refers to a kind of idealized nostalgia, dreaming of a perfect time that never was. When I looked up in the stars, I used to see hope. I used to understand that there was more out there. I used to like that […]
Volkov and I (An Excerpt)
By Reese Whipple, TIWP Student It was minutes before sunrise when I was geared up beside my friends and ordered by our Verkande Leader to send a quiet, religious farm town to fiery hell. God’s Hidden Valley was one of the largest towns in all of The New Californian Empire, yet held a rather small […]
Twelve
By Ariele Taylor-McManus, TIWP Women’s Writing Program Twelve rides her bike into town, as she does sometimes on Saturdays when her mom is working. Normally, she and Lida would go together, but today Lida has a softball game. When Twelve was younger, even as recently as a year ago, she used to stop for a […]
Middle School Madness
By Cathy Lambert, TIWP Women’s Writing Program What did I do? What did I say? Did I wear the wrong cloths or my hair the wrong way? We’ve been friends for so long, and I wanted to stay. But they all stopped talking to me; they wouldn’t even look my way. I was no longer […]
Let the Girl Go
By Libby Hawkins, TIWP Student “I have a right to collaborate with creativity. I’m on a mission of artistic liberation, so let the girl go.” ― Elizabeth Gilbert Let the little girl go. Let the older girl go. Let the girl (who was almost a woman) go. Let the little boy go. Let the older […]
An Open Letter to the Intuitive Writing Project
From Cathy Lambert, TIWP Parent and Writer in our TIWP Women’s Program I am writing to express my heartfelt thanks to the Intuitive Writing Project. For the past seven years, you’ve gifted our daughters with the time and space to share their deepest thoughts and to inspire each other and those around them. Most of […]
Time Can Only Tell
By Katerina Bonderud, TIWP Student What if time told the story? Like the story of how everything plays out. Our mind which runs on a hamster wheel every waking moment of the day… and our lips! Our lips which pop, click, whistle, and sing, form the words that our mind tells us to speak. But […]
Phasing: Part I
By Mira Dente, TIWP student The first thing I recognized was darkness. Suffocating blackness, surrounding me on all sides. Then came light, a blinding wave of brightness, forcing my eyes to open. One by one, my senses returned to me. First touch, the realization that I was in a bed, on top of sheets, under […]
The Story of Two Blueberries
By Katerina Bonderud, TIWP Student All curious eyes were hidden behind the curtain of their eyelids. “I brought something for you this morning.” The monotone voice spilled into throughout room. I hope it’s food… Is it money? I didn’t ask for anything… What did he bring us? I don’t care what you brought, I don’t […]
Sentinel
By Tenley Thompson, TIWP Student Waking up comes in stages. Time is sandy under her tongue, and the scratchy clock sees only stars reflected in its face in the unplaceable hours when the sky flickers brighter, uncloaked constellations, drowning in moonlight. Cool drafts of not-wind settle over her eyes-nose-mouth like the limestone-granite-slate that stacks the […]
The Intuitive Voice 