My Shadow

By Louisa Perry-Picciotto, TIWP Student I love my shadow. She is the print on the ground,  reflection of the sun’s path,  moving alone, never daring to stray.  I love my shadow.  She curves, avoiding the potholes, adapting to the hard corners, flowing over the rough bumps  of the unseen to road.  I love my shadow.  […]

Letting Go

By Libby Hawkins, TIWP Student Unclenching my fists, taking a deep breath, letting go. Understanding I can’t change the past, present or future, realizing people will do what they do. Let it go. Simple, right? But what about the things that I need help or attention so you don’t lose them? There has been so […]

Childhood Summer

By Scarlett Mosher, TIWP Student Sickly sweet lavender, sweeter than rainbow popsicle stains. Sweeter than sunlight and curling rose leaves, lazy shadows on sunburnt legs, spiny hands of oak leaves beneath t-shirt backs. Suffocating summer air, stuffy and pressing, a hot towel to a sick forehead, tasting the hum of bees, echo of pool water […]

Let the Girl Go

By Libby Hawkins, TIWP Student “I have a right to collaborate with creativity. I’m on a mission of artistic liberation, so let the girl go.”  ― Elizabeth Gilbert Let the little girl go. Let the older girl go. Let the girl (who was almost a woman) go. Let the little boy go. Let the older […]

The Pond

By Cate Foy, TIWP Student bubbles pop at the surface of a pond that looks serene. the bubbles mark the end of a life that went unseen. beneath the placid ponds pretense sinks a ship without a sail. words that weep through whispers wild this fatality from a false fail. have I failed you wondering […]


By Emily Branigan, TIWP Student I want to be where life stands still to be in the forest alone. But I’m never truly alone because I have the Earth and She chooses to share Her life with you. She shares Her mountains, seas, even Her dirt with you, the dirt that has been walked over […]

Poetic Prose

By Neena Grewal, TIWP Student i write only in poetic prose, because in my mind’s eye i see no rhyme or reason that could flow as smoothly across the page as words in the way God intended. words stuttering from the mouth, trickling through humming sinew and sturdy bone to kiss the lips farewell in […]

An Open Letter to a Broken Heart

By Neena Grewal, TIWP Student you are not broken. yes, your chest is aching and your ribs are splintering and even your tears are made of acid but you are not broken. people cannot be torn apart. they grow and rot and grow and rot like the unkempt garden of an abandoned home or the […]

Cloth Petals

By Elizabeth Oxendine, TIWP Student My daughter likes to spill moist dirt onto her bedroom floor and wait for happiness to grow on dancing green vines. But in the sliver of the world we have left to her, mother nature is barren and so is the soil. All that she nurtures in her garden are […]


By Julia Lima, TIWP Student Motherland, the way it feels to set foot in your sweet, thick air to see your green covered back to smell my memories revived is like no other Motherland, the taste of your fruit pink, yellow, green, purple the sound of little feet and little beaks and little wings as […]