By Isabelle, TIWP student We are still here, the girl in the back of your Math class, the best player on the high school lacrosse team, and the waiter at your favorite restaurant, still here; still fighting. You can’t see the blood on our knuckles because that’s not how we bear the battle scars. They […]
By Isabelle, TIWP student The first time Ryan met Samantha is definitely not the type of story he hoped to one day tell their kids. Both their moms were getting gas, though his mom was taking a much longer time with it – cellphone in one hand, legal pad in the other. And they stared […]
By Isabelle, TIWP student It used to be enough for me to bleed onto the page, messy red fingerprints splotched across a poorly worded cry for help. This is what poetry was to me, late Sunday nights with too much time on my hands, writing the clichés out for the first time and memorizing the […]
By Isabelle, TIWP student The world is dripping in wasted love. Can you see it falling from the skyscrapers? Can you see it soaking in the mud? Flooding bedrooms in lonely AM hours in crumpled up love letters, Lining window panes, Consecrating city skylines with all the times someone has looked out at them wishing […]
By Isabelle, Intuitive Writing Project student “You can’t be ‘on’ 24/7” This is news to me. You can’t be back to back hard work up until the heart attack. You can’t have school days and school nights and school sleep.
The Intuitive Voice 