Danez Smith, Don't Call Us Dead

E. Hughes, "Bulldagger in the Garden"

no cause id totally want to do this with my friends ( which i dont have)

one time my friend and i came up with a basic “language” called wheat vegetable root. wheat represented every noun. vegetable represented every verb. root represented every adjective. it was very body language based. if my friend beckoned and said “vegetable”, i understood that my friend was telling me to walk with them. if my friend pointed to something and said “wheat”, i understood that they were showing me something. if they said “root wheat” and smiled, they’re saying this thing is good. if they say “root wheat” and frown, they’re saying this thing is bad. we spent a whole day talking like this and drove the rest of our friends insane.

self portrait against bed wallpaper by Richard Siken

Work as hard as you can and then be happy in the knowledge you couldn’t have done any more.

Barbara Crooker, “And Now It’s September,” [ID in alt text]

I came across this special folio of poets from Gaza published by peripheries (an annual publication by Harvard Divinity School’s Center for the Study of World Religions). It was published in 2021 and edited by Tayseer Abu Odeh and Mosab Abu Toha. You can read the seven poets here.

caught my desk at golden hour and got some lovely and warm pictures!

Brené Brown, Daring Greatly

― Albert Camus, Notebooks: 1935-1951