By Louisa Perry-Picciotto, TIWP Student Rain splatters on the cheeks,  tossed from the compacted space, disregarded between the eyes.  Droplets gravitate towards  the shaking platform  which is holding onto  the calm of the ocean waves that are spurred on by every drop  to the point that they terrify  the oncoming storm.  Dry lands watch the […]

By Louisa Perry-Picciotto, TIWP Student She is always thinking about that, one voice haunted by a thousand layers, screaming out “you’re not good enough,”whispering “do better” in her ears, echoing her involuntary thoughts, turning them into seemly inspiring words that she forces herself to ponder, to evolve from. But is it really evolving or is she becoming the image that she wants to see […]

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.  […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]