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 …
Category: Poetry
Reconciliation to self.
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 …
April Poems
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 …
A Poem for Strangers
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 …
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 …
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 …
Flashback Friday (in lieu of Throwback Thursday)
I wrote this poem after my first month in Beirut. Still in love with that place. I didn’t expect to fall so in love with every heavy moment, every late night house party, every boy at every late night house party who I stare at with Almaza eyes thinking of the ways he reminds …
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Throwback Thursday
Another old love poem written on a cold afternoon in a coffee shop somewhere. The third poem I write for you will be a pretty snowflake resting on your sleeve, so small you don't notice but there all the same. The third poem will be bright and full a siren that brings life …
ELIZABETH ENDARA 