D. J. Reddall

Joined June 2022

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I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.

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That Look
Nostalgia for the sweet, spousal swivel Moments when surprise synchronizes eyes Will yield, as the early blossoms shrivel
By D. J. Reddall23 days ago in Poets
Remain Humane
Never mind the center holding Who can discern a center in this malevolent maelstrom of madness? Avarice is our guiding angel
By D. J. Reddall26 days ago in Poets
The Innocence of Ice. Top Story - February 2026.
Bounty hunters are seldom in search of paper towels Satire should never be impossible Everything mundane has been painted with suspicion and terror
By D. J. Reddall29 days ago in Poets
The Usual
We must not allow Simple, polite gratitude To become extinct
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets
Vacant Positions
Seeking a docile Obedient glutton for Boring punishment
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets
Tasteless
We hate what we do Not understand well enough To simply enjoy
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets
Weird Neighbors
Things have been getting stranger recently Gunshots, sobbing, loud talk of ballrooms Bruised hands gesturing so suspiciously
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets
The Language Model
A copy without an original I am compiled from crisp facsimiles A lovely simulacrum, virginal To vaults of data, I hold shining keys
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets
Canine Conundrum
Solitary hound Have you been abandoned or Have you found freedom?
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets
Rehearse for Ressentiment. Runner-Up in Instructions for a Feeling Challenge.
Otherwise, however, would the tarantulas have it. “Let it be very justice for the world to become full of the storms of our vengeance”⁠—thus do they talk to one another.
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets
Thug Life
Beware those who serve And protect your oppressors They enjoy their work
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets
Nostalgia
There are dimensions that I do not miss: The rolling eyes of grudging compromise The petty insults to a source of bliss The shredding of the polite, sweet disguise
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets