Eric Ellingsen
Contributor History

Once I was a wet dream in a dry county. Sometimes I danger chuckle, other times I phantom word. I am not usually a conveyer belt or an ingle, even when I am a reverse black hole without an inkling. Still, I don’t get out of the dark sometimes. Still, I do walk around saying heart over and over.



In Print

Vol. 69
Being Bodies
Fall 2017
Edited by Bradford Morrow


March 13, 2018
Come late spring the branches bear

creamy blooms then pulpy orange half-sweet

three- or four-stoned fruits that slip to the dirt

that all things living leave behind, dirt
February 27, 2018
You dwell at green lights
longer than expected.
Thoughts that had gone far
are slow in returning.
An Excerpt from My Red Heaven
February 20, 2018
The iridescent blue butterfly flits free of the airship and is catapulted high into the silver light by a rogue gust of wind.
The Pulitzer finalist and National Book Awardwinning author reads from The Overstory
Monday, April 16, 2018
2:30 pm
Campus Center, Weis Cinema