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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Subway Sorceress
All Hallow's Eve, and so my ride begins Before the hoi polloi fill tunnels dim Cunning as a serpent, I slither forth Determined to play where others labor
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Frank Monstrosity
Absolution eludes me: I'm guilty Born at the behest of a clever fool Caught in a fearful form I did not choose Denied a modicum of warm kindness
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Serious Sirius
You defy the dark Incandescent palimpsests Of a lost language
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
I Feel Unseen
All of you are so eager to be seen! Before that aching need makes you go mad Consider me, a man invisible Delighting in a voyeur's adventures
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Simulacrum
Perhaps a perfect Simulation has a name: A reality
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Her Summons
Her summons used to frighten and confuse I resented her loud, silver music Now I know I was a fool to refuse I understand her language is ludic
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Prayer & Sacrifice
When the answer is Silence, do not be deceived You have an answer
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
My Type
At a glowing glance, I recognized you Beauty is mine, ageless and abiding Countries have been slain for a taste of me Down history’s spiral stair have I walked
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Spent
Some kinds of fatigue Are impervious to sleep They are of the mind
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The MRI & I
Slide into the womb of a huge robot Wonder what kind of sadist plugs your ears And then, when you are supine, frozen, caught
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Thinning Veil
Do not fear the dwindling light; the night In autumn is no ordinary dark From pain and sorrow it grants a respite As we approach the fixed, unmoving mark
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Nocturnal Grader
To read is to think With the mind of another; It can be awful
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets