Ellie belfiglio

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


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For you dad. I still am crying. Mourning, morning…


I was feeling pretty religious

standing on the bridge in my winter coat

looking down at the gray water

the sharp little waves dusted with snow,

fish in their tin armor.

That’s what I like about disappointment

the way it slows you down

when the querulous insistent chatter of desire

goes dead calm.

And the minor roadside flowers

pronounce their colors,

and the red dirt of the hillside glows.

She played the flute, he played the the fiddle

and the moon came up over the barn

or her father died before she told him

that one, most important thing…

and everything got still____ …



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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