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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The Thinning Veil
Do not fear the dwindling light; the night In autumn is no ordinary dark From pain and sorrow it grants a respite As we approach the fixed, unmoving mark
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Nocturnal Grader
To read is to think With the mind of another; It can be awful
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Samhain
We obey small fiends For we fear their sadistic Mischievous revenge
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Night Grind
A definition Of ruthless exploitation Hides in your soft yawn
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Inky Elixir. Runner-up in Sensational II Challenge.
Gaze at this hot, onyx pool, complimented by cumulonimbus cotton Permit yourself to be seduced by an ironic aroma that simultaneously soothes and galvanizes
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Abscond
Don’t mistake solitude for loneliness The former is a crisp garment, chosen The latter a way you're obliged to dress Solitude runs clean; lonely is frozen
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Imitate the Leaves
Imitate the leaves Make an orange somersault Your beautiful death
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Genuflect to the Garlic. Top Story - October 2024.
Garlic is the only author among vegetables--listen to its fresh pages turning Your nose is studying the history of guileless, peasant genius
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Tantalus Cafe
The night is a bustling, hip café We haven’t the pull to be admitted The luminous windows tempt and betray Their warm allure is counterfeited
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Polydipsia
Fame, power and wealth Like seawater, increase thirst As we drink them in
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Weary Wordsmith
A mute, condemning judge is the blank page Mocking pride and confidence, wordlessly Its stark stare causes every youth to age
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Princes in Private
Pity seems benign, but it is poison Smiling condescension strangles the soul Better invisible than looked down on Better a diamond mistaken for coal
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets