By Tenley Thompson, TIWP Student Waking up comes in stages. Time is sandy under her tongue, and the scratchy clock sees only stars reflected in its face in the unplaceable hours when the sky flickers brighter, uncloaked constellations, drowning in moonlight. Cool drafts of not-wind settle over her eyes-nose-mouth like the limestone-granite-slate that stacks the […]

Linear (As If You Have A Say)

By Tenley Thompson, TIWP Student Some people are afraid of being forgotten. They make it so obvious, disguising their uncertainty with loud opinions and passionate everyday missions. No one calls them out on it, because charisma is catching and we all half wish we could play the part with more than our own paper-thin confidence. […]

I’ll Be My Own Flying Buttress

By Tenley Thompson, TIWP Student It’s easier to fall in love with places than people, because places live on, undying. They change, but not as much as people do; the basic foundations are all still the same. Buildings don’t lose their brilliance when they chip and gather musty darkness in the crevices; even when they’re […]

It’s Pretty Insane

By Katerina Bonderud, TIWP Student We live on a flipping huge sphere that spins around itself whilst spinning around a living hell of fire, which is ironically the only reason why this sphere exists. On this sphere of ours, we coexist with every other species. We live on a sphere that shelters and creates life […]


By Aly Kirke, TIWP Student Numbers and I used to get along. Aging used to mean presents on birthdays and getting another step closer to having something my older siblings had, but I wasn’t allowed. With each day, I would learn another wonderful thing about the world—like if I held a shell to my ear, […]

Confessions From a Metaphor Addict

By Elizabeth Oxendine, TIWP Student As a writer I often try to identify the metaphors that slip into my stories the most. A good metaphor—one that hides itself amongst the ink smudges and in between the punctuation of every story—is like a fingerprint. It is traceable to you and you alone. The police could catch […]

Here’s What I’m Telling You

By Ellen Jurgens, TIWP Student Sometimes when I’m feeling overwhelmed, I remind myself of the true nature of my reality. I think about the way in which I relate to the Universe, and conversely, how the Universe relates back to me, how everything is relative and can never be understood. Many of us spend our […]

If Only

By Rebecca Gunderson, TIWP Student Only the stumps of trees remain. The ice has vanished; polar bears need a new home. The sky is forever gray, coated in a thick layer of smog. Streets are flooded, houses are burnt to a crisp. It’s hotter than it was last year. The ground is dry and cracked; […]

Senses of the Past

By Emily Branigan, TIWP Student Do you remember the sounds of kids playing outside, dirt on their knees and mother’s pleas to come home before dark? Do you remember plastic-less seas, flooding with everlasting life, the turning and churning of currents pumping through every organisms veins as if it were beating to an infinite drum? […]

Two Worlds

By Rebecca Gunderson, TIWP Student She looked over her shoulder in the dark alley. He strutted through it, a bounce in his step. She sat in the corner of the room. He plopped down front and center. She held her tongue in the heated discussion. He spoke over everyone else. She sat at the restaurant, […]