1/2 of Saccharum with S y l v i A 🌞 K a l i n A. Poet.

Dawdling procrastinator who loiters idly, lingering on the relaxing diversions of a life half lived. When not half asleep, I write, make music and art.

Mostly here to hang out and make friends; putting the social back into social media. Married. Retired tough-guy. Curious, reads a lot, walks everywhere. Published in two fields. Might write you (something). Oh, I've left you a message: +1 772 758 047

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

Chinese martial arts background. Former long term meditator. Creative sort. Interest in personal alchemy whether from west or east.

Kameron Primm aims to be a credit to the written word and to honor those who fostered his affinity for it with his participation in the Substack community.

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

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

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. 🦋

Tacoman. New Orleanian. Londoner. Sometimes a poet. Sometimes a writer.

1/2 of SACCHARUM w/ JOZEF CAIN. Words resurrected from memories lost...& found. We alchemically blend sonic portals mixing voice + music & build community. 🌞

Visual Artist • Sensory Art • Alternate Sensory-Friendly Experiences • Technology, Poetry, Web3 • Founder @SULCIWORLD • she/her

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

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

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

pretty public confessional // very good & normal girl [paris] head of editorial for OBTUSE ARCHIVE, columnist for VIPER MEDIA MAGAZINE

Scion of metaphysical poets nurtured by radioactive mycelia in an abandoned uranium mine. I am a creature of imagination, who also writes on “medium”. I am not on facebook or instagram. I am over 60, married for life, and write under a pseudonym. 🌞

I write poetry about childhood wounds, generational trauma, grief, longing, inner battles, feminism, healing,the ghosts we carry and the melancholy of the human experience with the odd whimsy bit thrown in. 🫶

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

fragmentary. deliberate. affectionate.

artist, researcher, mover, facilitator - dwelling on the intersections of creative expression, the body, perception, and being human.

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

Genuinely here to connect. autistic, poet, exploring kinship, especially with other-than-human beings. Biofield therapy practitioner, supporting a return to balance and comfort through engaging with the energy body.

A long time lover of taking care of others, now I write to take care of me! The smell and feel of a book is one of my favorite things.

Poet. Experimental writer & multimedia artist obsessed with everything buried beneath us. Poetic psychological horror. Hunger. Eroticism. Ritual. The body. Dream recordings. Abstract photography. Five languages — because one was enough to lie to 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.

The past doesn't decay, it keeps. Under the record: Cato before the last speech, Endymion still asleep, the innocent's testimony before the flood. I write the parts nobody writes down. Poems, monologues, and a living room where they're read aloud.

Passionately sharing surreal poetry, haiku, voice magic, fantasy worlds, sound blends, and the sensory art of creative synesthesia. Author of the Tapestry of Selves Trilogy, about the witcheries of great love, wild magic, and many selves.

I write.

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

“I write strange, absurd little stories, and strange absurd little poems. I say strange, absurd little things, and mingle with strange absurd little people.” www.daniilfrolov.com

“Never the Same River” = poetry | “Dispatches From Distance” = music & etc