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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Brain Food
After life, death does not retain us all Beautiful was that dreamless sleep to me Cares and sorrows vanished, and I knew peace
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Omen
Thorn, still skeptical After the maid and the priest Suffer gruesome deaths ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
We, the Others
Perhaps we ought to Begin with: "We are dying. Can we live with that?"
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
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. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Spent
Some kinds of fatigue Are impervious to sleep They are of the mind
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets