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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Turning and turning in the combine’s cylinder The voter cannot hear the candidate; Democracy teeters on the brink; reason cannot think
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Hat Trick
Look, don’t get excited. You think your problems are special? You must be the fifth you I’ve seen tonight, brother. I’m glad I can’t smell this place.
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Fiction
Cold Writing
"One must have a mind of winter /To regard the frost and the boughs /Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;" from "The Snow Man" by Wallace Stevens, 1921
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Cafe Confrontation
serve (v.) late 12c., serven, "to render habitual obedience to, owe allegiance to," also "minister, give aid, give help," from Old French servir "to do duty toward, show devotion to; set table, serve at table; offer, provide with," from Latin servire "be a servant, be in service, be enslaved;" figuratively "be devoted; be governed by; comply with; conform; flatter," originally "be a slave," related to servus "slave," which is of uncertain origin.
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Dionysian Dancer. Runner-Up in Abecedarian Challenge.
A barbaric insult to your sacred sovereignty was his summons Beauty, as Kant reminds us, is a source of disinterested pleasure
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Exordium
Accosting you out of nowhere must seem creepy; please forgive me But there is something about your half-gloved solitude that beguiled me
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
A Farther Room
There will come a time when you feel as though You have needed a drink For years →→→ And all of the small, familiar fonts of bliss
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
The New Abnormal
After the plague, we hoped things would return to normal Before pestilence rolled in, they had at least seemed that way Counting our dead, we were desolate but secretly smug, for the human animal
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Sacred Sisters
After millennia, I believe you abide Beautiful, enigmatic; it is inspiration that you provide Consoling, cajoling, filling frail, mortal vessels; of ideas are you the mothers
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Chronoviators All
The notion of time travel seems most odd An exotic, even absurd idea; It must take a genius or a god To understand it and win latria
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Ragnarök
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night? Thou art more ugly and less temperate; Lethal to all things is frost’s bitter blight
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Artificial Intrigue
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the Sun Microsystems simulacra of eyes She was made to supply synthetic fun To pretend to have lips, likes, cries and thighs
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets