Back to the Ocean

By Annie Dashiell, TIWP Student The place that i gowhen everything seems downis back to the oceaneven when the leaves turn brownthe lapping of the wavesis the only thing on my mindno time to thinkno time to look behindyou can’t think about the futureor about the pastyour minds a peaceful numbas the waves push and […]

Night Writing

By Zara Quiter, TIWP Student I can make shadows dance. Late at night, under the covers when the bright streetlight peeks through the blinds, illuminating a tiny corner of my room. And then it starts to move, on the mirror, on the door. And a small voice in my head. About a hero, who wants […]

The End?

By Zara Quiter, TIWP Student When is the end, really? Now that I think about it, when was the start? What marked it, the first person to catch it? When the government ordered lockdown? To be completely honest, I thought we were through the worst of it. I thought that COVID would wind down, people […]

The Stairwell

By Evy Anders, TIWP Student A nostalgia materialized into a dim stairwellhope lined these railings in redadapt to carpet and cherry woodignore echos and dare imagine a second floorrecall similar frames along the wallswatch red fade with fuchsia shadesand lean on the railing

Grayscale Lived In

By Hazel Smith, TIWP Student grayscale went over every word i said the two of us drifted loved you til the day i was pronounced dead drove myself mad cries escaped meas i bled breath stopped filling my lungs drowned in a pool of red burialon wednesday with the shovel from your shed six feet […]

Sunshine

By Hazel Smith, TIWP Student sunshine my nightlight my favorite daydream liquid sunshine you are everything rays of the mood slip through my eyelids flutters and flickers whispering movements fall into brown eyes hearts on your hand wish you’d stay here forever but i know that you can’t

No More Goodbyes

By Hazel Smith, TIWP Student the most gruesome fall from grace idealizing your embrace eyes that cry and gowns of lace hand in hand, face to face hunters tracking every movement hollow laugher and skin translucent my reputation, my entombment empty wishes for improvement i’ll stay here as waters rise and you’ll help me wash […]

Piano Music

By Eva Richey It sounded like piano music and it was coming from my living room. I opened my eyes wide, the white duvet on my bed now seeming like extremely pathetic protection. As the piano music continued – an eerie tune that sounded like a haunted version of “twinkle twinkle little star” – my […]

The Gulls

By Lily St. Clair-Foster, TIWP Student I’m floating in water. Next to me, Nana is bobbing on her back, looking up at the same blue sky, her arms trailing behind her in slow unrushed motions. I take a deep breath, closing my eyes as I try to hear stuff with my ears submerged. Seagulls scream […]

The Room

By Lily St. Clair-Foster, TIWP student Room, what is a room? She knows you’ll say three walls and a door. But she disagrees. A room is a space big enough to fit stuff comfortably. Comfortable… one of the many things that didn’t describe this “Room.” It was small and disclosed, far enough into a corner […]