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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Hail, Chronos!
He will claim all of Us, tormentors and those who Suffer torment, soon
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
Amnesiacs. Top Story - August 2025.
I remember the serious eloquence of hanging up The receiver, attached by a curling umbilicus of plastic To a phone, with a rotary dial
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
Still Looking
Why are these awkward Mediocre dinners so Long and expensive?
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
Forgetful Forgiveness
So much joy is lost Punishing the present for Versions of the past
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
Salty Speech
I do not understand the salty speech Of the roiling, storm punctuated sea The crowd of gossamer clouds I beseech To solve the riddle of the sky for me
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
Critical Condition
It is easy to resent the critic Who tastes and judges but seldom prepares Attached to a specific aesthetic Pointing out that what you love needs repairs
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
Search History
All of us are strange We ought to seek that strangeness That best suits our own
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
Mera. Honorable Mention in Rituals of Affection Challenge.
What, no small talk? So impatient. You're all in such a hurry. Do you know where you are in a hurry to get? I mean, not just the proximal goal, but the distal, ultimate goal? Would you be in such a hurry, if you kept that in mind?
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Fiction
Kept Clean
Summer has thawed your quaint anxieties Puritanical shyness melts quickly Ancient are some carnal realities Touched by water and light, who is sickly?
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
Mere Anarchy
When did the worst case Scenario become what We watch over lunch?
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
Concentration
All of our stories Will gradually dissolve How will they change taste?
By D. J. Reddall8 months ago in Poets
Dialogue with the Dead
Leaving glows with magnetic temptation The immaterial must pay no rent Unknown to them is mean competition They earn nothing, for they are truly spent
By D. J. Reddall8 months ago in Poets