Happy Fourth of July

By Erin Hambidge, TIWP Student Firework or firearm, red, white, and blue explode across the sky, colors of mourning for a country riddled with bullets:  land of the free, home of the brave. Our strongest soldiers are schoolchildren  armed with clear backpacks and the fear that one day, shelter-in-place will not be enough. Empty buses, […]

One Stroke

By Maya Petzoldt, TIWP Student One would think it easier to sleep when the waves rock you like your mother once did, but I find the seas too calm and my thoughts too turbulent to find solace in slumber. Nevermind the fifteen hours I just stood on my feet, nevermind the battle just lost, nevermind […]

History / Her Story

By Viviana Sanchez, TIWP Student Every stitch in the quilt, Every dab of a quill Layer, to fan on the fire in the eyes of every young girl The civilized forest nymph The wild female spirit held in the hands of boys Tossed around like a play thing, made pretty and torn at the seams […]

nothing but;

By Tallulah Armstrong-Temple, TIWP Student 1. She is afraidof what?of double meaningssilk wrapped around barbed wirebouquets of roses with thorns so sharp you don’t even notice when they cutuntil blood drips, flowing to fillevery empty thought  staining a dusky red you can’t get out of difference, drifting into uncharted waters  She is afraid of the deep sea of doubt of being okay  letting […]


By Ava Moga, TIWP Student I see the cypress trees.I feel the salty air,the chilling ocean,the granular sand,and the jagged rocks Sweet, plump tomatoeson tangy and dense breadwith potato chipsand chocolate chip cookies the size of my handthat I’m only allowed to have one of. The aroma of sunscreen settles affrontand I cradle into my […]


By Ava Moga, TIWP Student My stomachs too big.You’ll learn that it’s curvy. My arms take up space.You’re arms are strong and can hold up a whole world. My eyelashes are short.Forget about them look at your beautiful green eyes. My eyebrows are too bushy.You won’t think that when your fifty. He doesn’t like me […]

Flesh and Bone

By Viviana Sanchez, TIWP Student To understand the philosophy of a yearning heart To feel the cobweb of wired words Is to cut of the hydra’s head And dig yourself in deeper Oscillating between highly spiritual and magnificently scientific The brain is a battle field of the holdable and the emotional I suppose human nature […]

The Sea

By Viviana Sanchez, TIWP Student The sea, of course, the sea The sea, the pearls, the sand, the sea Meddles and mixed where ought not to be reclusive, reluctant, full of Wim and woe is she Noble and static as can be In and from the sea That is where she will lay, the salty […]

Return to the Sea

By Viviana Sanchez, TIWP Student Everything you’ve ever known Belongs to the water And back to the water it will go eventually Because our bodies are never really ours And our knowledge is never really ours to keep It belongs to the sea To the saltiness, to the sand To the tide, to the shore […]

We Write

By Viviana Sanchez, TIWP Student Bones and marrow Flesh and blood The conscious mind A mental bind The river of letters Forming the sound structures of my sentences There is no reason, no time Between metaphysical and what is under our finger tips The reason we write is to sing with no voice To paint […]