Emma Johnson-Rivard is a doctoral student in creative writing at the University of Cincinnati. Her work has appeared in Strange Horizons, Coffin Bell, Red Flag Poetry, and others.



Also by Emma Johnson-Rivard: the first pride was a riot DD Three Poems

March 11, 2026

Emma Johnson-Rivard

today, i’ve started to roam


our homes understood the clock and subsequent circumstance. we filled our walls with books and damaged animals, an echo to our own scars. this is mine, i explained once. this is safe. but remember, said the poet, that art cannot save the whole world. i know this, too. many surrendered. half didn’t have enough to survive anyway. it didn’t have to be this way but we are still here. beyond gravestones, today is a badge of honor.


Like all poetry about politics, this one is both entirely too specific and entirely, indulgently, too vague. In discussions with an artist friend of mine, we came to the conclusion that we're neither naive nor young enough to believe that art will save the world. It's a beautiful sentiment but it doesn't bear out. There's real work involved with that shit. Nonetheless, art has a role. Art can, and should, speak to the circumstances of our lives and the work we're attempting. I don't believe in a hopeless world. We are still here for a reason.


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