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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Sacred Siesta
Do not mistake resting for laziness A human being is no mere machine Given contemporary craziness From peaceful repose, we have much to glean
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Sakuranbo (さくらんぼ, Cherry). Top Story - July 2024.
The edible soul Of summer, concentrated Into sweet, dark worlds
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Like to a Little Kingdom
The finest drama Seems just like reality Unlike boring life ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
The Rotten Maw
Behind the proud mask of heroism War is only the rotten maw of death Brooking no question or criticism From the lungs of the skeptic, it gulps breath
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Ecological Etiquette
Summer evenings Are apologies for the Insults of winter
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Caer Ibormeith
As banal, waking life loses its charm And the horizon of being draws near The domain of dreams seems a more fertile farm
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
The Sand Trap
A patina is fragile by nature With some abrasion, it quickly dissolves; When the tiger is revealed as paper The revelation the patsy absolves
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
The Bastards of Necessity
The poor are obliged To struggle to sustain life Rather than change it
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Forget Regret
“Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good & Evil, Chapter VI
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Curse Ned!
We’ve all encountered people who get by handsomely and should not: the smarmy fraud, the sleazy sycophant, the nepo baby. Such a character has the desk next to me where we both teach, and he gets on my nerves; so much so that my thoughts turn dark regularly.
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Fiction
Spear Parts
The clumsy apers of genuine craft Gather apres talk with their publishers Dismissing their asper critiques as daft One pares his fingernails while he ushers
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
The Arid Truth
If only I had recognized you Drunk on the new wine of romance As a betrayal artist A priestess of bad faith All disappointment
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets