A climate-change anthology of poetry I created: (find more of my poetry here)
FINALBookfinalA design portfolio from a publishing class:
Porfolio_KDavisGraphics with related poems I wrote:
the sun came up today.
& bit by bit, heaven; previously devoid of all color bled into a riot of rich hue, eventually washing into the royalest of blues.
i stopped to talk with the neighbors as i always have, my bike deposited me in the park as it always has, i rested, uninhibited, on the grass, like i always have. this time, this day, for me, though—it’s different. the ease & calmness of composure which i’ve inherited after a lifetime of getting off scotch tastes a little too strongly like that first stinging swig of a wildly overpriced, imported beverage: served selectively.
it almost seems like nothing has changed, but i am constantly wondering how anyone, myself included, is supposed to pretend like we are okay.
George Floyd was senselessly murdered. him, & countless others. why don’t i know their names. & i’m terrified because the first time i heard i didn’t flinch. terrified at how dry my well of priceless empathy has become. appalled that this doesn’t hurt more. he is my brother. & here we are, slouched over, dehydrated and glassy-eyed, shooting ourselves full of pain and pleasure for too long—because, certainly, at some point, we will crumble and crack as our basic human decency evaporates, being left too carelessly alone for too long.
then the riot. pulsating rich hues refusing to be crushed any longer. saturday was a sacred yet sickening storm—a downpour of care; distilled by wringing out every last drop possible from those repeatedly knelt on, shot down, & spat upon. the clouds have been gathering for centuries & we’re pouting we got wet. this is a beginning.
k.r.
1 of june, 2020
salt lake city, utah
A design project of a fictional literary magazine: