Ellie belfiglio

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


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I said to the world. “I’ve arrived!

“I, Ellie, have come

“at last.” The world paid no attention.

I said to the world, “Hey world! Here

“I am. Don’t you understand? It’s me,


The world ignored me.

I took myself off into a corner.

“Guess what?” I whispered. “It’s

“me, Ellie.”

Myself bellowed. “YeaaAAy Ellie!”

and spun six somersaults into

the middle of a main street…

The world turned. “What did

“you say?” I paid no attention.

After all, the world  had its chance!! …

ophthalmic_suffering_by_jackan-d4t5myw.pngThe 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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