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

17022453_1610661742282871_4617370918821791297_n… The art of entanglement tends to allude me

Like water under a bridge from a distance.

Social inadequacy is desired beyond words

And harder than talking to a policeman

After apparent attempted suicide…

… You want it so bad, it can’t happen.

You get done doing the yard, and

Putting the mower away in the garage.

Feel the squish of struggling bird

Under your feet. It makes this smell.

… You try to dart or dance away

And stomp on another one, You get a shovel

Might as well get used to it.

We hurt more by an accident

And repay wonderful kindness with clumsy intention!!…




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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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