Ellie belfiglio

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


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… “I saw a monster!”

“What kind?”

“The kind that woke me.”

“Oh, baby, let me ease your pain!”

“Can I sleep with you?”

“Yes, my love.”

“Thank you grandma!”

… How sad that you’re not my baby anymore.

How sad that you’ve forgotten me.

How sad that you’ve cut me off-

at sweet age of sixteen…


… You’ve cut grandma’s heart-

with a sharp knife that isn’t sharp.


you twisted it and twisted it,

to do its work…

… “Why didn’t you use a sharp knife?”

“Why silence?”

“What hurt!”

“What melancholy!”

“You brought on me the poet’s block!!” …







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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