Ellie Hoovs
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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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Day 14: July's Poetry Prompt Challenge
Revolution, Reckoning, and the Poetry of Uprising July 14th, 1789: A bunch of very fed-up Parisians stormed the Bastille - a royal fortress-prison that had become the over-symbolic cherry on top of an already very bitter cake. They didn’t just want change. They wanted transformation. They wanted heads to roll (some literally), voices to rise, and systems to burn down like a firework show in the name of liberté, égalité, and fraternité.
By Ellie HoovsExclusive • 6 months ago
The Legacy of Home. Top Story - July 2025.
It was only August, but it already felt like Summer’s end. The heat had broken; maybe it was the thunderstorm of tears I had wept which had tempered the humidity and made the air less oppressive, as if the world were giving me some comfort. My eyes sizzled at the thought, threatening to begin bubbling pools again. I blinked fiercely, urging them silently to settle themselves. They obeyed, this time, and I sighed in relief. I did not want my eyes blurry as I traveled the tree arched mountain pass, her road ways curving up like a sanguine river. It was so peaceful, so familiar, and I cherished the sun sparkling through the emerald leaves and the smell of the sunlight toasting the onion grass as I drove onward towards home.
By Ellie Hoovs6 months ago in Fiction
Day 11: January Poetry Prompt Challenge
When you hear “King of the Jungle,” what do you picture? A lion standing in regal stillness? A crown made of bone and gold? Or something wilder, darker, perhaps a throne built from fear, instinct, and inherited power? A political "king" of an urban jungle?
By Ellie HoovsExclusive • 6 months ago
Day 9: July's Poetry Prompt Challenge
Of all the classical elements, fire is the most unruly, the most seductive, and arguably the most poetic. Fire is not just destruction. It is transformation, heat, hunger, illumination. It consumes and reveals. It burns away what no longer serves, and in its smoke and sparks, new truths are born.
By Ellie HoovsExclusive • 6 months ago
