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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Standard Procedure
Given what we could Be doing with our brief lives How was this Thursday?
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Boss
Glib, irresponsible but successful A virtuoso at delegation Smoothly combed, mischievously powerful Fit to rule a tribe or corporation
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Escape Velocity
What would it mean to Grow the ruler in order To shrink the distance? * Modify the means Of measuring the vastness Contract the cosmos
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Elsinore is Elsewhere
After the death of my father Before the world became illegible Convinced that the pain was selfish, small, childish Determined to explain it nonetheless
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Please Hold
What if heaven and Hell are run by the human Resources people?
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
One Soul
"Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies." -- Aristotle, as cited in Diogenes Laertius' Lives of Eminent Philosophers, bk. 5, sect. 20
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Warrior Ethos
Do not seek revenge The tears of your enemies Will not dry your own
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Invidia
Given the alternatives, why that one? The others are more handsome and robust More generously blessed by the fat sun;
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Demographic Shift. Top Story - August 2024.
Do not believe them Life is actually long The best parts are brief
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Persona
No politician Is anything more than a Fallible human
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
It Won't Last
“Then I looked on all my works that mine hands had wrought, and on the travail that I had labored to do: and behold, all is vanity and vexation of the spirit: and there is no profit under the sun.” --The Book of Ecclesiastes, 2:11
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Corridor
You will have choices They will not be infinite Recognize the last
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets