I live in the future

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 …

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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 …

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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 …

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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 …

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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 …

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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 …

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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 …

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