I have so much to say and nothing to say and I don't know what my life is. But I'm 25 and isn't that exactly right? I like to write on here because I like to write, and because I like to think that maybe there's someone who reads this who feels just like me. And …
Author: Elizabeth Endara
I am a writer, blueberry eater, and retired traveler living in NYC. I have my masters in International Ed from Columbia University, and now work as a doula, advocate and educator in the nonprofit sector.
Three Cities and a Poem
I recently went traveling through three cities in Eastern Europe and it was magic. Here are some photos and adjectives and a poem I wrote on a train. Bratislava, Slovakia Alleyways and early mornings Vienna, Austria Palaces and colored lights Budapest, Hungary Glittery views and sunshine I walk through cities …
A Poem About Breaking
On my Instagram page (@elizabeth_ee), I've been doing this thing that I call Tiny Poem Sunday. It's pretty self-explanatory, but every Sunday I post a short 4 stanza poem. My first few posts were based off of a poem I wrote while sitting on the floor of the Tate Modern on my last day in …
Books and Books
It's national reading day! I have big reading dreams this year. I plan on reading 50 books, or more if I get really ambitious. I've read 8 books so far. I'm also determined to diversify my reading choices. By now, we've all read a lot of books by mostly white Western male writers. These are books …
These Days
This past fall was the one year marker of my time here in Kosovo. A whole year. That seems tiny and huge at the same time. "What is my life?" I say this at least three times a day and it's not always said with excitement or hope. Living in Europe can be really exciting, and …
Dear California,
I woke up this morning with California on my mind, so naturally, I wrote it a letter. Dear California, You are magic. I bet all the girls tell you that. But it's true, and I mean it. I've been thinking about the first time I ever saw your Sequoias. I was only eleven or twelve, …
On Fridays We Write Fiction
Here's a thing about me as a writer. I don't really write fiction, even though technically I concentrated in fiction writing as an undergrad. The "fiction" assignments I turned in were almost always stories from my life, where I just changed the names and a few details (sorry, Prof Russell). But maybe that's all fiction …
A Poem for Your Tuesday
The Close For these are the things that flow from your heart, almighty mind. Crumbled walls of splintered hands broken by children riding bicycles, and you are there bound in the winding vines of your jungle. Speak, rose, of your thorns and also of your color. You have listened and so learned. You know now …
Paris
Ah Paris. You really won me over. I'm going to start by saying something that will make you roll your eyes so hard and think that you cannot relate to me at all: I have never wanted to go to Paris. The only reason I decided to go was because it was on my way …
New Years + London
I rang in the new year on top of Primrose Hill in London, England, shivering. This year has been all over the map (see what I did there?) I traveled to 10 countries, 4 of them brand new to me. I wrote nearly 20 poems and 6 short stories. I read 13 books (which is …
ELIZABETH ENDARA 