I grew up with privilege. I had my own room, went on vacation to the beach and Disney World, went to the dentist regularly, attended a fancy private school, wore a nice dress to prom. We had heat in the winter and AC in the summer and my parents were always around to help me …
Cambodia and Thailand are 11 hours ahead of home. I live the whole day before the people I love have even woken up. So I wrote this poem about the way I feel here in the future. I live in the future And in the future I lean out of windows Gazing into the heat …
My sister wrote this poem and sent it to me the other day, and it was so exactly right, so exactly how I am feeling. I haven't had the will or the strength to come up with my own words lately, but hers have filled my heart and spoken for me. I am learning how …
Writing this on my flight from DC to Tokyo. Isn’t that dreamy? In about 21 hours I will be in Thailand where I will be pushed into the culture, language, religion, and heart of a place that I know next to nothing about. I’ve had a lot of anxiety leading up to this trip. Life …
For young love that's not so young anymore. And for my 26th birthday. We used to write 7 poems a day about falling in love. Now we can hardly form the thought. Our words used to spill out of us flooded, overflowing. Now we have grown comfortable with silence and when we speak it comes with a sob or …
April is poetry month and I (along with lots of other writers) have decided to write one poem a day for the entire month. So far my poems are mostly terrible and I assume they will continue to be terrible as the month goes on. However, I wrote this poem the other day when I …
My life is quite full at the moment, but here is part of poem from Thich Nhat Hanh that spoke to me this morning. Take a moment to breathe and be and meditate on love and compassion. The only thing worthy of you is compassion- invincible, limitless, unconditional. Hatred will never let you face …
I can’t remember what words I’m supposed to use to talk about the past. I can’t remember words about my heart. I can’t remember words about how I feel when I go somewhere new. But let’s try for a moment to remember. This year was more than I ever thought a year could be. I …
Do you know how many times I thought of you between breakfast and lunch? 27 times 10. Are you right where I left you filled with hope and self doubt? I know about your nightmares. I know about pain and being so so scared, so scared all the time. I know you can’t …
I don’t do grief well. Today I started crying in a coffee shop. The trigger? I couldn’t find the articles I needed to read for a class. And suddenly it is everything in the whole world that just feels so so hard, and the thought of never again getting a hug from one my dearest …
ELIZABETH ENDARA 