أEnnis M. Salam
Filed — Duncan, AZ04.03.2026
أنس م. سلام
I left the interstate because I wanted to see more of this country. I did not come on this journey to arrive. I came to see what this land looks like when it is not performing for travellers, when it is simply being itself in the dark.
Ennis M. SalamPoet · Writer
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History remembers the names on the buildings.I write the hands that raised them.

Field notes, dispatches, and poems. Filed from wherever I am paying attention.

Three pieces of writing a week. That is the commitment.

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The Work
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The ongoing record

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Field notes, dispatches, poems. The standing account of what I have seen and who I have met.

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Commissioned poems

Hotels · families · institutions

A poem outlasts the cheque that paid for it. I have written them for a restaurant's entrance, for a rebuilt foster home, for a house full of single mothers starting again. I write what you want made permanent.

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The books

Four collections

One sold out of the Austin Central Library after winning the city's prize for local authors. The work is on the shelf.

You are iron sharpening iron, from hesitation you forge valour, from shadows you summon light, your courage turns mice into lions.

from — Concrete Roses and Leather Thorns

Portrait of Ennis M. Salam

I read Electrical and Computer Engineering at UT Austin, then lost two jobs inside a year, the second the morning after I was made to lead a team of twenty-three. So I went and learned to do things with my hands instead: welding, plumbing, landscaping in the Texas sun, a season of honest work and a stretch sleeping in my car. From that ground I built a software firm, and I am building a company still.But the writing was never a second act. It ran underneath all of it.

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