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  • Beguile

    Beguile

    Light through the spire where the son remains Begotten to throne in an old western tone where the spark began You said it was time for the ashes of mine to ignite again In a hidden new low you set a staggering blow to a broken man Every thought left for you to consider left tragedy…

    Andrew Dalrymple

    May 3, 2017
    Poetry & Prose
    POETRY, PROSE
  • Second of May

    Second of May

    In a city where I walk where I once knew the walls, I knew them by name On the corner we spoke of a lingering hope we’d be there some day I grew through soil, through the tremor and toil of my fathers name I was a man in the mild and a boy through the bile,…

    Andrew Dalrymple

    May 2, 2017
    Poetry & Prose
    POETRY, PROSE
  • Pt. 2

    Pt. 2

    guilt pt. 2 Feverish and dry you escape from the others Those ridiculous sentiments we knew for a time You follow and plead We fall on fresh knees I thought we had seen it all oh man, i thought we had seen it all Buried for my transgression Made alive by confession oh God, i…

    Andrew Dalrymple

    April 26, 2017
    Poetry & Prose
    POETRY, PROSE
  • Pt. 1

    Pt. 1

    guilt pt. 1 The other day you slept on the carpet You fell down a hole we dug with our hands half-blind no mind we went down there to find it all The other day you wept to accept it Choking on dry tears that drop in the sands No light He’s right (yet) i’m…

    Andrew Dalrymple

    April 26, 2017
    Poetry & Prose
    Poetry & Prose
  • Artifacts of the Past

    Artifacts of the Past

    “I’m not sure” In an instant my father was a man, confused like the rest of us My mother was a woman, frail and insecure like the best of us I saw myself in my father A passion for living and a hatred for dinner parties; I never know what to do with my hands…

    Andrew Dalrymple

    April 6, 2017
    Poetry & Prose
    POETRY, PROSE
  • An Unholy Machine

    An Unholy Machine

    Leaves fall dead onto the cotton cushion, leaves from Spring rain once proud now choked by a scorching sun. As another leaf falls I observe the passing of time. Humanity made repulsive as the orchestra of death and life plays on. Where we once sat to commune she will continue. I am a cancer amidst a beautiful land…

    Andrew Dalrymple

    March 21, 2017
    Poetry & Prose
    POETRY, PROSE
  • American

    American

    Coal pressed under hard granite over years becomes the stone that reassures her that she is loved. A proton of light travels across the universe for twenty-nine years narrowly avoiding rocks and planets until it reaches my eye on a night when I was feeling lonely. On a hike I stop to pick up a…

    Andrew Dalrymple

    March 19, 2017
    Poetry & Prose
    POETRY, PROSE
  • Sindio Forgotten

    Sindio Forgotten

    You never made sense to me, honeybee. I never knew you. I  met you once and I saw you die. I greeted your death with absolute pleasure. You left your dying words in my skin. Although I lived for such a time in your short life you made me a novice. You left your sting and…

    Andrew Dalrymple

    March 15, 2017
    Poetry & Prose
    POETRY, PROSE
  • Helio

    Helio

    Sold in sure Time turns hard on the radio flight Blame the sun and harness ms. sindio plight Such a quandary Stuck in Snow You still walk along the fable Kill the thought that you’re unable Mr. Condrey Freckled blue Don’t stay true

    Andrew Dalrymple

    February 28, 2017
    Poetry & Prose
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