Maddi Hastings

Creative Writing, Venue


You came alive in our half-awake dreams Etching your way into consciousness through a tunnel of ears Past the stairwell into other human passages. Your claws ate into the floorboard and teeth Itched away at the chemical lining It made the ceiling cry out – Every movement brought voice Half-squeaks and higher tones, taking tension…

Creative Writing

Summer in September

Across from you, I hide in plain sight, sipping on a fix  Of iced coffee and neurosis. Watching your words spout Off into sentences which resolve into open air then collect  Into piles at my feet. Little tapes of thought reeling out  In tandem, a tangle, a tender blur of noise I cannot grasp Nor…