Ellie belfiglio

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


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Shocked, he rocked the world. Rocked, his eyes locked with

Hers. They fell, spinning, whirling dervishes as one. Each is in

Each other’s arms drinking in each other’s charms!

Deeper down, deeper down! round and round. Colors


Head spinning, clouded thoughts.

The truth masking lies, shielding eyes! Time ticking,

Tricking, running out on party guests…

Reality loses the edge on fantasy, forgets its head, Lies

Almost dead, life blood ebbing. Calling on forgotten memories,

Filling in the gaps! Lies came easily, the end result teases,

Pleases, then leaves!! …




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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