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 […]
Poem to the Ordinary
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 […]
A Room of Our Own
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 […]
Bitches Get Stuff Done
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 […]
Read Between the Lines
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 […]
The Cathedral
The roar of bugs has replaced the din of car engines. The bees prey on our bacon. The crickets conduct an orchestra. My feet crunch, they hop, they burn from the rocks warmed by the sun. But they do not slap. There is nothing flat here. I touch an overhanging branch. It is an act […]
There’s a Place I Want to Show You
By Charlotte Houston, TIWP student There’s a place I want to show you. It’s green all year round and the grass shines with dew but it won’t make your socks wet. It doesn’t snow often there, but when it does everything is hushed the birds finally sleep and your steps won’t make a sound, I […]
Wasted Love
By Isabelle, TIWP student The world is dripping in wasted love. Can you see it falling from the skyscrapers? Can you see it soaking in the mud? Flooding bedrooms in lonely AM hours in crumpled up love letters, Lining window panes, Consecrating city skylines with all the times someone has looked out at them wishing […]
GPA Never had a Truer Meaning
By Madison Alvarado, Intuitive Writing Project student GPA, Grade Point Average, Three letters, one number. 4.0 Never good enough, 3.0 Why doesn’t she try harder? 2.0 She may as well give up on college, 1.0 Was she dropped as a child?
24/7
By Isabelle, Intuitive Writing Project student “You can’t be ‘on’ 24/7” This is news to me. You can’t be back to back hard work up until the heart attack. You can’t have school days and school nights and school sleep.
The Intuitive Voice 