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.

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Boston
His rough hands, Caught the fuzz in my sweater. His chapped lips, Broke jokes, “don’t you love the weather.” But it could have been 70,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
A Morning Window In November
Patinas of amber pour in purlins Through clear panes. Particles glimmer and dance, Glittering golden pixie dust, Turning soot into something alluring,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Thrift Store Donation Bin
No Broken - just a few holes and cracks. Not quite worn enough to throw away, and she takes up too much space. What once was priceless,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Wool Socks
There is a rugged softness to him That cushions The impact from the frozen ground And shields my marrow From the frigid depths
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
The Impossibility of Being Human
to love - but fear vulnerability to lie whitely - but speak honestly to need solitude - but crave intimacy to speak first - without thinking
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
First Snow
November air, Like monday’s gray skies, There’s too much night. We try to warm the bitterness, With libations soaked in cinnamon.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Drowned
I fell in love with you the moment you kissed me on my couch, Got lost in the depths of you and the taste of your mouth.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Lessons I hope I can teach my daughters
It has been a tough week for me - where my character and my personhood and my faith have been truly tested by the circumstances of life. And this got me thinking... am I preparing my children for this? What do I want them to know about how to approach life every single day? What is important? Can I put my values, my character, and those lessons in to words? So I sat down and wrote this checklist.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Journal
Succubus
pick the flecks of my bones from the ashes that's all that's left of me for you now you turned green because I found sunlight
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Done
I can tell you've been drinking, cause your words are brass tacks, you try to press them in to me. because you're caught in a spiral
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Simple Truth
Everyone I have ever loved has broke me
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Every New September
Every new September The change in the wind makes me think of him, sweeping in from the north, like a storm, that wants to bring me home.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets

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Boston

A Morning Window In November

Thrift Store Donation Bin

Wool Socks

The Impossibility of Being Human

First Snow

Drowned

Lessons I hope I can teach my daughters

Succubus

Done

Simple Truth

Every New September

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