I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
I thought it was just me The fatigue It is mine, but not mine alone There are many other humans I have heard good arguments for loving
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
Beware the enthusiastic censor Busy insulting your intelligence Eager to usurp the role of mentor Convinced that there's nothing beyond the fence
Most of the alleged "Deep dives" are actually Laughably shallow
Tell them to keep their nasty chips You don't need new hardware You've had language all along How can anyone find reading stories boring?
The persona is so carefully made Sculpted and painted to please other eyes By each of us, a role is deftly played The finest actor old logic defies
Seven hundred and Seven poems and stories Thank you for reading!
What would it look like If the state behaved like a Friend, not a parent
By D. J. Reddall8 months ago in Poets
The pain you have felt Crowns the joy you feel now With lustrous laughter
“They do not understand how, while being at variance, it is in agreement with itself. There is a back-turning connection, like that of a bow or lyre” (Heraclitus, frag. 51; translated by T.M. Robinson).
“I am aware, sure, I am aware. Catastrophically aware.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath A time unwelcome
Your death postponed mine Thighs cooked with soy and ginger What is gratitude?
There are others who Have everything you covet And lack happiness
