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 …
Tag: Twenties
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 …
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, …
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 …
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). …
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 …
Throwback Thursday
Written on a park bench when I was 22. This is how I write I just scribble little nothings until I stumble upon a something (a rare occurrence). On my best days my words fall out of my fingertips like leaves from branches in autumn they mix in piles on the ground and people I …
ELIZABETH ENDARA 