D. J. Reddall

Joined June 2022

894 stories

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I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.

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River Talk
Thawing and freezing Lively talk and cold silence Everything becomes
By D. J. Reddall21 days ago in Poets
Free-for-all. Top Story - January 2026.
Why did you turn the picture? Because, like many, I read from left to right When you look, you mustn't just see the picture
By D. J. Reddall22 days ago in Poets
Chatterboxes
Softness is no synonym for weakness Wild, wailing wars are woven from whispers Quislings and quidnuncs spread subtle madness
By D. J. Reddall23 days ago in Poets
Be Warned
Proceed with caution, for a day will come When the fragile world you've carefully made Will leave you alienated, lonesome
By D. J. Reddall25 days ago in Poets
Shown Working
A representation of you, thinking About a paper womb, like your birthplace What will you put in there, incubating To take form, and earn applause or disgrace?
By D. J. Reddall27 days ago in Poets
The Reign of Error
Abductions abroad Icy massacres at home Bedlam and ballrooms
By D. J. Reddall29 days ago in Poets
The Prank
Your feelings do not matter to winter It has neither pity nor compassion; No smile will its icy visage splinter Nor will your pleas a path through it fashion
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets
Misread
Many idiots Read my pale laundry as a Sign of surrender
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets
Back to Work
Donning the harness Following brief liberty Chaps all healthy hides
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets
The Cult of the Antihero
Cult and culture spring from the same root Romans struggled to keep barbarism at bay Within themselves and their sprawling domain alike
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets
Interstices
Heretics between Days that are blessed and holy Lost, listless limbos
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets
Snow Hush
Winter is fluent in kinds of silence Utterly baffling to other times Of what sounds there are, the dog can make sense But they would mean nothing in other climes
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets