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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You Don't Know Jack
Abandoned by God and The Devil, both Between is my scene; the earth, my dwelling Carrying coal in turnip or pumpkin Deranged grins are carved on my vessels bright
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Five Hundred!
Five hundred published But the numbers mean nothing Without you, reader!
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Chiroptera
Blood contains echoes They make the loud map you know How do our lives sound?
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Dire Dullahan
Advancing through the dark, the Dullahan Brings with him an augury of grim death Cautious as we may be to avoid him Doomed is the one whose name this rider speaks
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Ahimoth
I understand your fear, but be at ease Enumerate the things you will let go: Death erases all bodily disease From bone and flesh comes a bright imago
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Lagoon of Longing. Top Story - October 2024.
Amazon jungles are lush and fragrant Black is the lagoon therein where I dwell Curious humans disrupted my life there Eager to trace ancient bones to their source
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Comhchoirí
The promise of escape throbs through our hearts I am grateful for your enormous strength Some will call me a coward as we dart
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Typical Migrants
Borders and papers Are as meaningless to us As having to walk
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
High Redoubt
After the quaint, somber rituals end Beautiful silence returns for a while Contemplating all that I have witnessed Distracts me from the trivial present
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Distant Venus
Why so aloof, love? You shine on the horizon Far from my small life
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Harvest Time
Are you surprised by my strange appearance? Born yesterday, were you? You must have been! Crops have been cultivated by your kind
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Imber
How fragile you seem But you are the harbinger Of tempests' power
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets