Upon Horizons Move the Strongest Storms (a sonnet)
By Andrew R. Duckworth Upon horizons move the strongest stormsAnd we can see them gathered all aroundWith wind that speeds so fast beyond the normAnd light that spreads and crashes to the ground.We’ve seen the tempests much like these beforeThat ravage ships and rip the sails away,That strike the fear of God upon our coreAnd…
There is No Road that one Must Take Alone (a sonnet)
By Andrew R. Duckworth There is no road that one must take aloneWhile knowing there is One who takes our handThrough ragged trail of dust and jagged stoneThat threatens death when one attempts to stand.Our feet do tread upon such shaken groundThat tests the very wary hearts of men,But He delights in those, the lost…
It Seems Strange in these Loud but Silent Days (a sonnet)
By Andrew R. Duckworth It seems strange in these loud but silent daysThat man can find the Truth yet lose his way.Yet men have often straddled ‘long the roadRather than walk in ways that they’ve been shown.And now, the time has come when men must chooseWhether their life or soul they’d rather loseAs wicked men…
Supply Chain
By Andrew R. Duckworth Are we all to become farmersWhen the shelves run dry of supply?Supply chain getting strained againWhen guns fire and missiles fly.Are we to pray for peace againWhen leaders cause others to die?What little choice that we have leftThat leaves us all wondering why.
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…
Future Home
Write about your dream home. For the last few years, I’ve been exploring ways to further remove myself from the grid—gardening, solar panels, power banks, etc. and, if I were a multi-millionaire, this issue would have been fixed overnight, in a heartbeat. It has become so important to me to separate myself from the corruption…
The Hateful Heart’s Rotten Fruit
By Andrew R. Duckworth In a divided time such as the time we live in, it is easy to point to the other and see the “problem.” This is nothing new. Division has a long, sad history that has torn apart family, dissolved friendships, sparked wars, etc. Such is the rotten fruit that comes from…
In the Dark
By Andrew R. Duckworth In the cool, dark hours of the morning, it’s quiet with few souls awake to stir up the endless shitpot of bad ideas. Even the wind doesn’t dare interrupt the peace. But the mind can’t shake yesterday, where each day brings a brand new sense of egregiousness, the endless string of…
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Poetry and Essays of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 