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Ellie Hastings


Ellie is an immersive poet, student (math), and writer; a kitten and Scrabble affectionada; and a fan [boo! -ed.] of libertarian capitalism and the free market.

  1. we found the hill.... (by Ellie Hastings)

    We found the hill, the sepia stones,
    hard edges still damp with the ache of winter.
    Gold-rimmed afternoon, almost too late for starting out
    with our packs resurrected from disuse, musty
    as old manuscripts. We peeled away the layers
    of our clothing as they grew damp, and my lips
    sucked icy water from the bottle you held.
    I tasted dust on your fingertips, rough
    as bark, gripping the rocks that bruised us.
    The mystery of altitude, the changing weather
    as we climbed. Snow dripped from the newborn leaves
    and glistened on our bodies like sweat.
    The sky fled upwards.
    How I touched you, again and again.
  2. beneath slick sheets.... (by Ellie Hastings)

    Beneath slick sheets his bones have begun to fray.
    Deep lies decay, thick as kudzu, the foreign seed
    that smothers. The tenebrous earth awaits the blood.
    To what end? The pain hums against his sleep.
    Do you hear it through the walls?
    Once you were small, and he was sturdy.
    Your softest whimpers could in a moment unbolt him
    from his bed. Now you keep his vigil in the lamplight
    and count the hours with half-smoked cigarettes.
    The right words and the regrets are tangled like briars
    on the banks of dark waters that seep past our end.
    Wine in your forgotten glass long since gone sour.
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