EP: Poetry
I read and studied (The History of Graphic Design. Vol. 1, 1890–1959) to understand the history of graphic design. Lester Beall, the American graphic designer from the 1930s-1960s, inspired me the most for his elegant and straightforward use of color, images, and short copy.
This project, “EP: Poetry,” is a partnership with a poet friend who would write poetry for me to design. I came up with the name because my friend’s first name begins with the letter “E,” and mine starts with the letter “P,” see, creative genius!

Run her down
I knew her once
When she was young
I knew her long before
When she was young
I knew her long before
The world got at her
Tore her hems
And ran her to the floor
And ran her to the floor
When she saw
The wolves come near
I hear it told she breathed
The wolves come near
I hear it told she breathed
And in her lungs
A song ran through
A song of refuge pleas
A song ran through
A song of refuge pleas
The world had got her
Torn her hems
And ran her hard and long
And ran her hard and long
Ran her down
Ran her down
But still she sang her song.
Ran her down
But still she sang her song.

Guide
May you heal me
May I be healed
May I heal
Reality is not known
But merely appears
In and of the perceiver
And with a smile
May we rejoice
It is so.

Ground
Come to this ground
Where plants radiate green
Where plants radiate green
Where the soil is cool
And light dances in trees
And light dances in trees
Here you may find
If you settle your mind
If you settle your mind
That each moment ceases
And with death go the wise
Lay on this ground
Become still and rest
The earth is your cradle
The earth is your breath
Become still and rest
The earth is your cradle
The earth is your breath
She whispers lullabies
She sings funeral hymns
She sings funeral hymns
Through sparkling grass
Through the ending of things.

Human form
Nature makes no mistakes
So we must be here for a reason
So we must be here for a reason
In all of our ignorance
And all of our grace.
And all of our grace.