Ada McCartney, Elegy for Bird. She wrote that to honor a close friend of her who committed suicide. Beyond the sentiment, the technical skill, the way she formatted the poem are amazing. Of course, I googled her, and she has a couple of poems she recites in a TED talk and her performance skills are pretty cool.
She embodies what I wish I could be in my fantasy world. She dedicates herself to her craft and things like that. She is part of a group call Wisdom Body Collective (they have guest writers here on Medium) and some of the stuff is pretty cool.

Then there’s this guy I met at a poetry slam the other night, on Wednesday actually. His name is Anthony David Vernon.
He is a philosophy graduate student here at UNM. The only thing I don’t know how to feel about is that he doesn’t drink beer and he seemed to think that I was some kind of grandpa. Do I look like a grandpa to you?
You don’t have to answer that. Forget about it, let’s keep this civil.
He published a chapbook with poems, and although I have to explore his poetry a little bit more, I was excited to meet someone from Medium in real life (also kind of weird in a way, maybe I shouldn’t share this, but sometimes I feel people here are a fragment of my imagination who just happen to write better. Kind of like The Rock, who just happens to look better than me. Anyway, I’m digressing).
So yea, those are my two guys who came out of the blue. BTW, the meeting with Anthony was completely random. Kind of like I I meet you in the airport. Ok, I guess it wasn’t completely random. We were at a poetry meeting after all, not at the grocery store!
Well, Martin. Here I am again, writing too much. Hoping you are not a fragment of my imagination.
Pablo