By Loryn Nieto, TIWP student You see, we don’t always speak with words. Our hands squeeze feelings and trace messages about how the breeze feels and how the sun gets hot. Our heartbeats run for miles in the green springtime, and they slow when they come across peaceful meadows filled with tulips. And they like […]

By Riley McCormick, TIWP student Take trains by yourself to places you’ve never been. Look at the architecture, the history, the flowers. Sit in a cafe and people watch. Kid, you’ve got to love yourself. Don’t whisper, don’t surrender, don’t apologize. Be you, be unafraid. Kiss who you want to kiss, or don’t kiss at […]

By Kate Nerone, TIWP student If I had lived forever, And was baptized in the first Explosive sunrise, And kissed upon the head By a mother of salt and dirt And seeds, I would tell the world Not to hurt her. If I had lived forever, And had ripened amid the music Of dialects and […]

By Julia Stewart, TIWP student At first you listened You strained your ears to grasp it After a time you realized; There is nothing. Not the sound of frogs shouting their desires Not the wind bellowing its pain. Finally you have been left there, In that fraction of a second. You soaked it up like […]

By Hannah Brown, TIWP student No one sees her. That girl in the corner. The one sipping her tea With a strand of hair Trapped between her lips, Is exploring new galaxies within a book. One placed on the table in the corner. Her index finger lightly rests On the words she reads, As her mouth […]

By Sophie Bubrick, TIWP student   Rolled over, curled up in thought. The hand expectantly presses against your back. A hesitant, confused touch, Accessing a distant, lifeless mind. You know that single hand with the familiar wrinkles and imperfections which mask it. Hungering to get a rise of emotion from you. Yet you stay, Back […]

By Riley McCormick, TIWP student Pink pens, pink notebooks, pink shirts, blue chairs. Popcorn and oranges every week. Quotes litter the wall: Maureen Murdock, Coco Chanel, Einstein, Tolkien, Ensler. Inside, teenage girls blossom. They bloom. They write in this space that’s meant for just them. They take in the quotes, the famous women on the […]

By Kate Nerone, TIWP student   Bitch is “Bossy” before Bitch is Bitch. Bitch is “King of the Girls” before she is tall enough To stand in line and have head meet line: Sorry must be this tall to ride, Must be this big To be a Bitch.   “Bitch” he tells you,  “is what […]

By Isabelle, TIWP student It used to be enough for me to bleed onto the page, messy red fingerprints splotched across a poorly worded cry for help. This is what poetry was to me, late Sunday nights with too much time on my hands, writing the clichés out for the first time and memorizing the […]