There Is No Word A Poem by Tony Hoagland www.poetryfoundation.org what I already am thinking about is my gratitude for language— how it will stretch just so much and no farther; how there are some holes it will not cover up; how it will move, if not inside, then around the circumference of almost anything— how, over the years, it has given me back all the hours and days, all the plodding love and faith, all the misunderstandings and secrets I have willingly poured into it. languagewords
People I'd like to meet A Fragment by Rafael Conde rafa.design I've been fortunate enough to meet some of my heroes, but I still have a long way to go. This is a list of people I'd like to high five IRL. socializinggoalslifecollections