D. J. Reddall
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I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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The Fog of War
Only one fog can Make a human being look Like an animal
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Bachelor. Top Story - August 2024.
Henry spent a lot of time worrying. His job was frustrating and seemed mostly meaningless. His body was gradually changing in perfectly ordinary, embarrassing ways: time and biology were conspiring to turn him into his father's lazy twin. His friends were dwindling in number. Their conversations were mostly about children and spouses. They seemed charming at first, if a bit formulaic, but quickly devolved into conspiratorial whispering or angry complaining about the gulf between how things were supposed to be and how they actually were.
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Fiction
The Nereid
She was a word on the blank page of that evening. I haven’t given many “readings,” but I have taught many classes. If you engage your students in conversation in the classroom, you notice that those who are actually paying attention make their interest apparent. Something about their demeanor, the mood of their gaze, reveals them.
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Fiction
That's Not Why
Understanding is Only required by one Of the forms of love
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Quibbler
He couldn't keep up with the grading. The papers multiplied like hamsters. So many were generated by ChatGPT and its ilk, he could tell after reading a single sentence that the remainder of the paper would be synthetic swill. Most citations were fictional. Title pages abounded, though the holy edict of The MLA Style Guide forbade them.
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Fiction
400
Four hundred stories Poems, essays, articles Your eyes give them life
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
