By Jessica Anderson, TIWP Student I love you, Anna. I love the way you smile, the way you laugh, and I love you. You make me happy everyday and when we go on walks you bring a bag, then pick up all the trash you see. It brightens my heart when you enter each room […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

By Leela Ganguly I entered the gate, the dim lights flickering around me and colorful banners hanging from large signs. Kids were shouting happily, sticky messes dribbling down their shirts. Roller coasters sped down tracks, suspended in midair for seconds. Venders cried out for customers and purchasers responded by overwhelming the tents. Families desperately tried […]

By Emma Stokes, TIWP Student I don’t have to say a word and neither does she. Her eyes sparkle like the stars that we watch together and I understand. Every sparkle means something more complex than the spider webs that she’s so afraid of and yet often runs into but each sparkle means the same […]

By Stella Cox, TIWP Student Ares. My name seems to ring in my ear, as I hear the whisper of war. When you hear my name you don’t think of someone who is gentle or kind. When you hear my name you think of war. When I was young, my father used to tell me […]

By Laurel Reader-Taatjes, TIWP StudentThere’s a gentle beauty in silence. The emptiness after something stops. The tension before it begins. But this silence is different. Not exactly silent, not really. Sounds weave their way through it, like moonlight through a trees branches. This silence isn’t gentle, it isn’t oppressive or even anticipatory. This silence is […]

By Emma Stokes, TIWP Student I don’t know how to do anything anymore. I can’t walk without feeling your hand missing from mine. I can’t talk without missing your witty responses. I can’t sleep without your arms around me. I can’t bear to look at your photos. I can’t shine without feeling like you are […]