Ellie belfiglio

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

“WRITER’S BLOCK

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Ellie belfiglio

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Unreality lies waiting

Just beyond boundaries of my mind

Not like a snake coiled to strike

But like a fog, creeping, creeping

Up from the friendly river bottoms

Where delightful tiny lives chirp and hop and hum

A magic fog…

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Hiding the words

While letting you see each tree or bush or twig

In its turn

But the familiar landmarks are hidden

I might get lost

So I only take one step

Or two

And then I step back

And close the door!! …

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Ellie

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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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