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The Freeway Billboard
By Andrew R. Duckworth If my voice were as loudAs the freeway billboard,I would sew my lips shutTo prevent from being proud.My words are my words,My lips a frigid instrument-Often issuing forth the coldWith the voice that I hold.May my billboard be blank,Not in cowardice but restraint,Lest I poison other menAnd lead lost souls to…
Contemplating the Current Moment
By Andrew R. Duckworth Lately, I have in some cases kept myself from speaking out on things of a political nature, the economy, etc. Don’t mistake this for cowardice. There are plenty of things that require thought, knowledge, etc. and speaking too soon can lead to an uninformed response or a poorly thought out response.…
The Roads I’ve Traveled III (Home)
By Andrew R. Duckworth The minds around the fieldAre inflated, not with knowledgeBut with dastardly ego, the sortThat stays quiet until you’reOut of the room. Driving hereFeels the same as it always did-Numb, nothing out of the ordinary.On some roads, you can sleepAnd still end up where you need.Out the window is flat land,And little…
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Poetry and Essays of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 