By Kayli Harley, TIWP Student It’s not being in charge of my life that scares me. What scares me is that being the keeper of my fate means I am the keeper of my joy, too. Pain is easy to hold. It’s not easy to carry, but it fits in my hands just so, like […]
A Balloon
By Ariella Garfinkle, TIWP Student “You know the truth: sometimes it does hurt that much.” —Eve Ensler It’s okay to feel.It’s okay to cry.It’s okay to scream.You need to feel from the tips of your toesto the crown of your head.A balloon filled to the brimwith emotionson the edge of poppingis inevitably a disasterthat’s a […]
Five Senses
By Mia Kimball, TIWP Student I hear birds chirping, people talking, music and cars.I see people writing, trees, houses, and grass.I smell my mask. It burns my nose.I feel my shoes. They are too tight. There are people playing volleyball. I want to play with them.People are laughing. I want to laugh with them.I see […]
A Girl
By Ariella Garfinkle, TIWP Student “It’s only because I’m a girl.” — Eve Ensler am I good enough? too loud? too curious? am I making the right decision? window shopping only keeps the picture pretty from a distance. “she’s so well-raised.” “such a sweet girl.” “you must be so proud.” curtains protecting glassfrom shattering. what happens when the eyes are drawn away? no one in the luminous […]
The Bedroom
By Genet Dutto, TIWP Student The little hideawayclustered in the corner,covered with white linenand a scent of sweet rosemary.A comfortable, sheltered islandisolated from the rest.With sparks of creationtowering above,a diva-like pillow infiltratedby an iridescent look.Captured by the light,it beams joywaiting to meet again.As night falls,the eyes follow,then the body,asking the worldto stop motion.
The Game
By Genet Dutto, TIWP Student Life is like a game… an orchestrated symphony of levels and anchors to boost you to the next level. It’s a program in which to discover who belongs here and who doesn’t. Like a game, you are praised and honored for getting to the next level. But when you don’t, […]
The Things We Do to Fit In
By Cameron Drue, TIWP Student I wish I could say I wasn’t a follower of the beauty standards created by men, or that I never let the patriarchy influence me, but I do. To fit a man’s view of beauty, I put pounds of bleach in my hair every two months, straighten my wavy hair every […]
Oh, To Be Loved
By Kea Yoshinaka, TIWP Student Her mornings start wrapped in white silk sheets,golden hair spilling over her thin shouldersand she rises with the sun. She isn’t awake until layer upon layer of cream,serum, blushes, and powders are applied.She is not herself until she is beautiful. As the final stroke of gloss is applied to pouty […]
Night
By Elise Flagg, TIWP Student As the day fell into a restless sleep, Night emerged from the shadows of the trees, waiting until Day turned the lights off. As her golden locks fell upon the pillow, the blue sky’s hues began to shift. Night was not the typical beauty. Her only fans seemed to be […]
Wings
By Jessy Wallach, TIWP Student Sabrina’s mother and all her aunts and uncles agree that her grandmother could fly. They swear to it, not with the mischievous glance they give each other when talking about the Switch Witch or Santa Claus, but with solemn sincerity. It’s true, she could fly. When Sabrina stares at pictures […]
The Intuitive Voice 