from an island tucked between the north sea and the atlantic, a weekly newsletter from evolutionary biologist and novelist rebecca hooper, about life and death, land and sea, science, art, and finding joy.
Welcome to Watson's House of Horrors, a place where the author almost certainly doesn't know what he is doing besides hopefully scaring you with his words. All new subscribers receive a FREE 30-day paid upgrade.
Writing that lingers, an ink-stained corner for poetry, essays, and incandescent thought. Gothic reflections on literature, philosophy, and psychological inquiry.
The ink is spilled🖋️
Swallowing the lost pieces whole. Writing my way through the 'ghost' feelings and the weight of advocacy. A former painter finding a new version of myself, one word at a time.
Welcome to the place where my bones speak first.
This is my Substack, where I’ll be laying poems down like open wounds and strange prayers—some polished, some still bleeding. Purchase my poetry books through the link in bio.
This is a gentle corner where the unseen becomes heard. Born from deep listening and a deeply empathetic heart, these pages explore unspoken feelings and soft silences to help others feel seen and make the world kinder. Welcome home ♥️
HVR. THE English Teacher. Whistleblower. Traveler. Not tourist. Self-published. Hacker? Cult leader? Some people think those last two are serious. I write about any and everything. Can you handle it?
This is where 'what if' questions become poems, stories, and experiments. Serialized dystopian fiction and middle-grade magical realism, really weird short stories, feminist poems and sometimes angry songs, sarcastic label designs. Want permission?
Spell weaver, wordsmith, heretic, healer, chameleon, dreamer. A melting pot of fucked uppery – seasoned with compassion and self-love. AI free writing - supporting human to human
This is my Substack for my non-fiction posts, usually of a (trans)(radical)feminist bent, but which may encompass any topics that strike my fancy, including the occasional media analysis or simple thoughts on other matters.
I write introspective poetry about love, memory, and the spaces people leave inside us. These poems are pieces of conversations I never finished, questions I still carry, and moments I’m still learning how to understand.
Love, memory, and the spaces people leave inside us.
