Art and Writing from Dylan Malik Orchard
Category: <span>Poetry</span>

Category: Poetry


That’s not a fire to warm yourself by It’s the fading embers of destruction the last traces of a whole transmuted to ash and red flashes that light your eyes You know though – this …


You want a declaration an admission that the insolvable that you caught sight of is my folly not my fact A figment of my fantasy not a condition of my existence How much easier it …

Out There

A land where the pub tribute beats the original and the original is a bit too much Where the Other is fine when far away and terrifying in close proximity Where the drink is necessary …

Atomic Age

Call this the atomic age because we’ve split separated right down the mind’s eye and even my own selves are strangers neurotic and afraid it’s all just a wait now, for the wind to blow, …