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.

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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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