D. J. Reddall
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I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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It Wasn't Surreal
“Surrealism: Pure psychic automatism, by means of which it is proposed to express, be it through writing, verbally or in any other way, the real functioning of thought; of the dictation of thought in the absence of all control exercised by reason and outside all moral or aesthetic concerns.” –André Breton, The Surrealist Manifesto, 1924
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Cold Vigil
My father, the mountain, speaks to me. His voice makes my own sound like the excited pica’s. Thunder will talk with him, but never argue. Many come to talk with my father, to look at him and think. Some come to my father looking for gold or other shining children of the earth. Their flesh is sour and makes me feel tired and confused.
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Fiction
