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Data Centers and Other Artificial or Shallow Things we call “Necessary.”
By Andrew R. Duckworth My first trip out west changed my life. I grew up in the rural central United States—flat land, nothing of real character or extravagance to the landscape. I didn’t really care about water growing up except to know that the taps worked and water poured out. I suppose the same is…
As I Take Flight
By Andrew R. Duckworth When I leave this placeOf dread and light,Having seen both day and night,I’ll look uponThe hills and plainsThat exist within my sight,The fading things onceWarm and bright,And remember them fondlyAs I take flight.
The Utah—Dad Connection
By Andrew R. Duckworth Utah reminds me of dad somehow. We never went there as a family. But the rugged landscape that screams adventure at every turn tends to remind me of the hard work and sacrifice he put in for family. There’s that quality to the terrain—the mountains, the canyons, the uneven ground, the…
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Poetry and Essays of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 