The Light Within

Wife. Mother. Poet. Inspired by life's delicate spirals. The light in me, sees the light in you.

Writer, poet, and maker. Blindly following the thread of an idea wherever it insists on going, even when it’s inconvenient.

\ud83e\udec0 big feelings girlie // poet and speculative fiction writer // bookworm // rarely posting pieces in real time ✨

I'm Nancy Holroyd -- school nurse, mother of three and writer. Disability advocacy, grief, parenting and school nursing is my focus.

poet + programmer | creator of opol ~ a quiet space for poetry ⋆˙⟡

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.

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Image bearer of God and name bearer of Jesus, working to create beauty with words.

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.

Illustrating and creating digital art for Substackers. Preserving human creativity and inspiring others to do the same. Wife and mom. Loving the journey. Keeping it fun. Doodling. Focusing on things that connect and unite us all.\ud83d\ude0a\ud83d\udc95

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

Autistic poet drafting a slow & creative life. Studying by candlelight the craft of a poem, how to bring our spirits home.

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.

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

Questioning inherited stories. Interrupting survival patterns. Essays, teachings, and poetry for people reclaiming safety, healing, and freedom beyond chronic pain, trauma, and addiction.

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\udf41 Istvan Markan. I write crap. Poet. Storyteller. TTRPG. Armchair philosopher. Rabid agnostic. Random acts of kindness. Rarely good. Sometimes naughty. Oddly you’ll like it.\ud83c\udf41

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

Coquo ergo sum, reader, writer, artist, explorer, believer in magic \ud83d\udcab

ELD teacher in the South by day, queer, multi-racial, neurodivergent poet by night, I don't use AI when I write.

I'm educated enough to understand. Human enough to have the empathy to explain. Humble enough to know I may still be wrong.

Irish writer, overthinker, reluctant adult. I write the stuff that’s funnier in hindsight. Essays, stories, confessions from West Cork. You know, the stuff no one puts on a postcard. I’m also a food writer and share my fav recipes here too.

Leaping into the Mystery, leaning into the flow, and welcoming transformation. A teacher, mother, poet, waterfall chaser... hoping to share some treasured moments of the human journey.

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

Mother. Writer. Maternal mental health advocate.

Notes of a person moving through the world looking for evidence that things might mean more than they appear to on the surface. I write poems and I take photos. Mostly not in that order.

Living near Dùn Èideann. Ovate Druid. Earth empath, Animist, Plant empath. Ecopoet and Celtic Myth.

poet + lyricist • writing about family estrangement, love after heartbreak, and becoming a witness of your own story \ud83d\udc98 tender-feral \ud83e\udeb6

I love poetry, music and white wine \ud83d\udc8c poems & pictures by myself ✨ subscribe for more poems \ud83d\udcdd