Ellie Hoovs

Joined December 2020

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Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.

My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb

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Play Pretend. Top Story - June 2025.
Glittering fairies danced in morning light, born of dust bunnies snoozing beneath couch cushions by day. We tried to catch them,
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets
Slow Cinnamon Summer
I bask in sun-long days, skin sizzling, shimmering with sweat, wearing shields made of lotions that smell like distant memories of the tropics,
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets
Beauty and the Mess
Soot-laced hands, still shaking offered loaves of bread with fists closed, unexpectant. worn shoes crunched the fragments of stained glass
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets
Dreamcatcher
In tender repose, wrapped in the deep indigo of night, I amused myself with the sky, fingertips dancing across the astral loom,
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets
Turn off the War, Turn on the Wonder
The world feels like it's on fire... again. Between the doom-scrolls, the breaking news chyrons, and the "this just in" updates that never bring good news, it’s a wonder any of us are functioning at all. My fight-or-flight reflex is exhausted from living in crisis after crisis since 1999. I'm now at the stage where I feel like hiding-under-a-blanket-and-eat-chips with a bottle of wine feels like the best course of action.
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Motivation
Season of my Soul
The inner sparks crackle with warm, hesperidium embers that set aglow the gilded leaves. Distant rustlings stir the hallowed ground,
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets
Like Ikea Furniture
It looked so perfect on the showroom floor, smoothed grain, clean lines, the perfect shade of country green under the bright lights of display,
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets
Siren of the Sea
He beckons me forth, my sanded toes dusted like candied fruit, ready to be washed clean by the delicate froth of white salted foam.
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets
A Train In The Night
Was it the rumbled cry that echoed too much the owl crying "who?" "Who are you?" into the shadowed, moonless air; Was it that the steel beams
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets
The Skeleton Inside of Me
Ezekiel said The head bone's connected to the heart bone, but mine have always felt out of sync, the dry, brittle calcium
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets
Firefly Nights
She tiptoes through emerald grass still warm from the golden glow of day. Her voice rings out, sweet songs, nonsensical words,
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets
Friendly Demons
They smiled, just so, with their lips partly closed, just enough so you couldn't see the jagged points of their fanged teeth.
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets