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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Precious Privacy
Ancient, magic words Ought to be heard more often Mind your own business
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Ghost Writer
Molly had flourished in graduate school and published many peer-reviewed articles deconstructing modern Irish poetry and fiction; she was especially fond of revealing the links between Yeats and experts in, and practitioners of, the occult. Despite her successes, once she defended her PhD to broad acclaim and began exploring the job market, her heart sank. Tenured positions were as rare as sapphires; she scrambled to find contract teaching and editing work, just to keep starvation at bay.
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Fiction
What Else is On?
Everything we make We can betray, or destroy Or simply forget
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Kitsune
A sugar sweet gift: This small, origami fox Nestled in my palm Fair are your myriad forms Fly to me in the fairest
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Standards & Practices
Beware the zealous Believer who silences All who dare dissent
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Pharaoh Hounds
Many have asked if these proud hounds are mine In truth, I am blessed to belong to them Without them, on sand I would nightly dine
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Preach Practice
Diligent practice Sometimes produces brilliant Improvisation
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Prodigal Sun
A sunny anachronism smiles here Devoid of melanoma's whispering No dermatologist’s warning, severe Darkly shades this innocent sun bathing
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Bookworm
Recognize beauty As a voracious reader With insomnia
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Listen to Fire
Burn the ordinary parts of today Write to the rhythm of the gravedigger Let your natural intelligence play With a small riddle and make it bigger
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Endless Diversions
We spend so much time Thinking of clever ways to Avoid real thinking
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Let Up
If tomorrow starts without me It will be what I have sought: A world that I owe nothing Where I will quietly rot
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets