Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…


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Ellie belfiglio


… How do I know how it began?

Just when it was all together

I fell apart!

I can’t remember.

Was I younger?

The cold sweat of my night-time reality woke me;

And marked the first insomnia…


… After the dream was over

My wide eyes unlatched!

Darkness poured into all pores;

And I became part of it.

My ears opened

Every sound came…

… I don’t know whose voice was it?

Not mine!

I had no tongue to speak!

And he came

Frazzled and half drunk!

He came…

… The dreary touch

Quickly did its work!

And I was there!


Ready to be insomniac again!! …




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Author: elliebelfiglio

I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship. As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again. "THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!" My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon. As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country. My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft. "THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!" "THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"

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