Ellie belfiglio

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

“THE AMPERAGE OF PASSION”

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Valleys are deep, mountains are high, wind moans, and I am as unpredictable as sky's warth

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Two crows

Two squirrels

And a bee…

One field

One sky

One earth

And sea…

One HE

One us

One you

One me…

Two squirrels

Their home

A hallowed tree…

Two crows

Weary from the flight of days,

And nights that fool in countless ways.

The polarity of my heart;

And the amperage of its passion.

A witness to all am I;

And thus thank the forces that created me!! …

4c0b993917f72ec06a13e2a59fd8e30a.1000x1000x1The Unpredictable

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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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