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 …
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A Moment
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 …
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 …
Write about nothing
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
Kids in America
Sorry for the lengthy absence. I was in America for one month for our student exchange program. It was crazy busy but great to be back in Atlanta with my friends and family. I love going back to Atlanta because every time I do, there's some new cool thing to check out (usually food related). …
ELIZABETH ENDARA 