Feel It All

By Aya Riseman, TIWP Student To feel deeply is a burden many hope to never have. Because you feel it ALL.You feel the sorrow in a stranger’s phone call. Or the hurt in a friend’s cry.Or the loneliness in giving up. I have cried for people I never knew, for stories that aren’t mine today but might be […]

Mixed Signals

By Lila Weis, TIWP Student Signals,They’re the kind of thing that tell you whether to go or stopWhether to fly or fallWhether to do it or not But the signals I get are like driving up to a stop light and realizing it’s purpleDo I go or notDo I shoot my shot We laugh, we […]

Letters

By Aya Riseman, TIWP Student I used to play on the floor with plastic letters. At a time when the world was meaningless and I had nothing important to do, I played. The time I spent, the time I wasted, it didn’t matter.  Back then, the letters were just colors and shapes. I would drop […]

Delirium

By Leighton Tanaka, TIWP Student blood pours from the bullet, roses bleedon the ground. standunder the ire of the sun, slowly drifting away; eternalrhythms of erasure. listless and lamenting tea-stained wallscompressed between weeping, rising towers. suffocateto replenish the weary, holding the ardor in between shaking,fragile fingers. wind yanksthe dandelion loose. travel far to reach the […]

Absolution

By Leighton Tanaka, TIWP Student Lovely. Breathe out and watch as the malaise punctures, crimson pouring out to pool in cupped hands. I drink the elixir of mortals as your eyelids gently flutter, a cool serenity washing over your fragile, surrendering body. I delicately trace shaky fingers down your face as you are jolted awake, […]

I Remember

By Lena Matthews, TIWP Students I rememberThe smell of wood dust in your shopI rememberThe glue and grime that always coated your handsI rememberThe cutting boardsThe signsThe little gifts you always used to makeI rememberThe football you used to loveI rememberYour stories of the Navy, the sea and the kitchenI rememberThe Christmases you used to […]

The Mind of a Cloud

By Stella Schmitt, TIWP Student It is not nice to be a cloud.Humans look up at me and say, “That cloud looks so light, fluffy, and beautiful. Wouldn’t it be nice to be a cloud?”It is not nice to be a cloud. Humans dream of dancing on me, but I would fall.It is not nice […]

Almost

By Lina Norris-Raman, TIWP Student The highway unfolds before us, a dark ribbon under a sky dusted with stars. Wind screams through the open windows. For a fleeting moment, I am boundless. Infinite.  The blasting song begins to fade. I can hear the ocean from outside. The tears I’ve been holding back finally spill over, blurring the […]

Middle School Hallway

By Lina Norris-Raman, TIWP Student In a sea of faces, the noise of laughter and whispers dance through the air. Yet the solitude sits heavy, an unseen weight in a crowded room. Eyes scan the floor, avoiding connections that never truly form. A hollow echo resounds inside. I am alone, yet surrounded. Conversations ebb and […]

Forget

By G.G. Gallagher, TIWP Student I write what I know. And what I know are the moments with you. I’m sure I could find plenty of other things to write about, but those moments I have pictures for. When I take pictures, it’s because I want to remember. I fear forgetting. So those big moments, those […]