The Light Within

Wife. Mother. Poet. I'm inspired by human experiences (the joyful and the painful) and the glorious gift that is nature. I write mostly free-verse poems based on my experiences living with and recovering from g.a.d. I hope you find some light here.

Exploring life and living in the spaces between thought and language. Poetry has been a source of both solace and wonder for me. My writing process is rooted in self enquiry and contemplation.

We are echoes of time. I happen to like writing about that.

Double award-winning writer. Currently working on a crime fiction novel. If you subscribe, you’ll receive weekly posts, either articles on craft or short stories. I hope my writings will give you some inspiration for your own creative endeavours.

widowed, father, voyager

I am a mother, a sister, writer, a friend, a truth-seeker, animal lover, retired social worker/therapist, and amateur philosopher. Notice what comes first. I write to learn what I really think.

Exploring Medicine, Health, Data and Statistics alongside Culture, Community and Connections

Finding my way with words.

Only alive because of caffeine and poetry. My writing focuses on grief although once in awhile an upbeat squirrel sneaks in. ko-fi.com/tangle79

I'm a teacher and writer. My poetry has appeared in Abridged, Shooter, Ink, Sweat & Tears and The Alchemy Spoon.

Pastor by day. Poet by night. The Midwest is on my skin, but Kentucky is in my blood.

Longtime seeker for home and belonging. Gradually finding it in the Earth and on the inward path that reveals that I never left home to begin with.

I’m a poet and photographer. Reading helps me survive. Writing helps me make sense of what I’m trying to survive.

Reads everything, feels everything, writes poetry and essays. Author of the poetry collections Murmurations and Tender is the Light. Neurodivergent. Literal treehugger.

I’m a poet living with chronic illness, writing through the changes of life and the emptiness. This is where I write reflections on what it feels like to live inside a changing body.

a place for artistry // I create things from various mediums; words, yarn, clay, paint, flowers

Welcome! This is where dreams float and stars sing me lullaby! A healthcare professional believing that readers and writers have a symbiotic relationship! "Be kind. You never know where and how you will end up." Me.

I now have two publications: Oli Trollgora's Stories and Poems (where adult and erotic short stories exist) and Troll Tales, where I post family-friendly and children's stories. I hope you find something to enjoy.

My poetry reads like the teenage me shoulder tapping at the laundry mat, hoping to get a bottle at the liquor store. -PD Hurt

I am a songwriter, poet, professor and hypnotist. I play bass and guitar and was in punk and alt. country bands. I have a strong background in Continental Philosophy and Existential Psychology. I live in Pittsburgh.

Pilgrim on a pilgrimage, trying to live true to the highest truths I know. Attempting to tone down the noise and keep my reading and writing sight on those truths.

I am a stress management and historical trauma specialist, Yoga-Informed Addiction Recovery Coach, ancestral clearing practitioner, and best-selling author, focused on the Light.

I really appreciate you being here. My name is Phill, I'm from a place called Wakefield, which is in Yorkshire (UK). A father of two boys, dog and cat owner and pain in the neck to Adele.

If you think you hear music in my poetry, you are not mistaken. Formerly a violinist and a composer, my music lives now in lines and stanzas. It is the rhythm of remembrance you feel when you hear my words.

Depth Charge: Weekly Poetry ~ Journalling With Jodi

\ud83c\udf41Armchair philosopher. Rabid agnostic. Random acts of kindness. Storyteller. Istvan Markan writes poetry. Some of it good. \ud83c\udf41

Poet and scribbler of novel in progress...

Napalmjax Protocol activated. I write doors not explanations. Welcome to DOORWAYS I.D.N.O.D.- Ignorance Does Not Open Doors

✨ Often thoughtful, frequently joyful- Man Named Kim: essays, poetry, and the lovely mess of being human.

Life is too feckin’ serious. Irish overthinker & writer, choosing humour to make sense of the absurdity of life, with room for the darker bits, too. Sub if you need a holiday from your head.

History is written by those who read it. I tell the stories of people history forgot. I give voices back to the erased.

A landing spot for the ones who live in the space between silence and yearning. Who crave softness, intensity, truth, and touch. No answers here. Just breath and ink. Only always.

Processing life one page at a time. Reflections, stories, poems, and lessons on heart break, friendship, self love, and motherhood.

Musically-minded mama, PCOS, diagnosed ADHD at 44, who loves food, travel, singing, writing and community. Substack feels different and exciting.

Poet + photographer. I play cello almost daily. I find meaning in small details of nature and peace paddling on water. My dogs are my heart floating outside my body. I think we have a lot to learn from trees.

Here I am screaming into the void, trying not to fall in. Democracy, Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness are antithetical to fascists, corporatists, monarchists , theocrats and any ideology intent on separating We the People from power.

Collecting my thoughts and spitting them out (gently). Enjoying others’ thoughts, too.

Living near to Dùn Èideann. I am an Ovate Druid. Trying to create an identity , recreate a needing, negotiate a path with Grief. Learning to paint and write my own poetry. Vegetarian now Vegan.

Ancient dreams. Modern land. Queer. Posts some paragraphs every week \ud83c\udf08\ud83e\udd0e