A Brief Note on Grief

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 …

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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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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 …

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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, …

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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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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 …

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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 …

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