1/2 of Saccharum with S y l v i A \ud83c\udf1e K a l i n A. I write from a dirty surrealist perspective, combining the mundanity and dark tones of dirty realism with the figurative tapestry of psychedelia. One Love.

‘man of aran’ is alan girling who writes poetry and whatnot paired with visual creations of all sorts, including his own photography

I am an outdoors girl. Lover of snow and stars. This is my slush pile. The poems I buried like dog bones.

The Unscripted Explorer: I am a writer, artist and musician based in Tasmania, Australia. Every now and then I head off without direction or purpose to see where it leads. My current unscripted exploration began in October 2025.

Je ne sais pas si je suis donc je ne suis pas.

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

Franco Amati is a speculative fiction writer and poet from New York. You can learn all about him at francoamatiwrites.com

Poet writing from the Australian goldfields, sharing poems and essays about walking, place, memory, and finding beauty and meaning close to home.

extroverted introvert, photographer, writer, book lover

Writer - poetry, drama, fiction - editor, professional narrator.

she/her \ud83d\udc90 In poetry we begin by thanking our muse, so I become my own. \ud83d\udc90

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

Wife. Mother. Poet. Inspired by this human experience (both joyful and painful). I hope you find some light here.

Poetry and personal essays infused with a dirty Martini and a dab of lightheartedness\ud83e\udebc\ud83e\udd8e

I write from within, to make sense of a dissociative life, through a mismatch of poetry and stories. If you do read, and especially if you do resonate, I am grateful that you took the time to hear me. \ud83e\udd8b

1/2 of SACCHARUM w/ JOZEF CAIN. Words & ideas resurrected--memories lost...& found. We alchemically mix magic + mystery w/words & sound + build community

Poet. Editor. Reader. Essayist.

thoughts on living and loving and the chaos that happens in between.

Playing the blues and writing something like poetry through the apocalypse. Poetry, music, art, whatever.

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

Seattle based poet and recording artist Anna-Lynne Williams, sings in the bands: Lotte Kestner, Trespassers William, Ormonde

Questioning inherited stories. Interrupting suffering. Reclaiming freedom. Essays and poetry on healing, embodiment, and living beyond survival.

Music, poetry, sketches, digital art, amateur photography, occasional essays and sound art projects.

I have a type of dementia (with aphasia). I photograph daily, and this acts as my diary. I love nature particularly plants & landscapes. Music & creating abstract digital art are important to me. Challenging the brain with poetry, a new adventure

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

Exploring consciousness through symbol, myth, physiology & ritual. Hex Deck creator. Pattern seeker. Photo taker. Poetry. Painting. Sci-fi. Horror. Symbolism.

here to remind myself: choose risk + keep seeking.

I love writing and wordplay. I especially love reading and libraries librarians books bookstores readers writers pens pencils ink paper notebooks napkins screens keys messages and art. I write without AI. https://buymeacoffee.com/moonpoet

Here for the word-smithing. Exploring kinship, especially with other-than-human beings, woven into some kind of authentic poetry.

I write. Fallen Leaves (Ballerini Book Press); Like a Thread to Follow (Cyberwit); Cinéma Vérité (A-Minor Press) …

Poetry about the space between disconnection and connection. I write free-verse minor narrative poetry—with occasional forays into meter. I post my own work and occasionally poetry that really messes with me.

A literary exploration of desire as generative force—neither absence to cure nor state to transcend. Love notes to the hunger that never resolves, only transforms.

Pistol Whipped on an Ocean Liner Ship. Poetry, Fiction, Essays

The liminal, the underworld—grief, trauma, and shame met with fierce self-love. Facing unbypassed darkness, unyoking ancestral patterns, seeking coherence, authenticity, and sacred joy.