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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Plot Armor. Top Story - January 2024.
I just heard Dave Chappelle telling a tale that made the difference between dreamer and dream Perfectly clear, for he invited his listeners to recognize that, simultaneously, each of us is the author, narrator and protagonist of one story
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
So Long
To, “Well, I’m leaving!” Sometimes, the best response is: “Be quick about it!”
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Don't Stop
Don’t Stop Certain phrases are especially packed with polysemy, no? I mean, a phrase that is greeted with wild adulation in one context
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
The Meniscus
We're blithely pretending that all is well Naively mistaking icing for cake Under the lullaby tolls the death knell Crises and catastrophes multiply
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Tantalizing Times
Images proliferate in our time With which no real thing can truly compare Relishing unrequited desire, our crime Machines present our eyes with rich banquets
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Loud & Clear
“We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.” ― Rudyard Kipling, The Light That Failed When we casually say, “I read you loud and clear,” do we know what we mean?
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Sacrum Silentium. Top Story - December 2023.
Forms are nostalgic for smooth formlessness Art, craft, science: all impose; all demand Rude is the will that somethings nothingness
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
The Ending is Boring
If you were using your device to learn I would not hate it with such fierce resolve; If knowledge were not something one must earn
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Awkward
When did awkward become anathema? The cult of smooth has not always reigned thus; Long ago, gauche moves made no agita
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Smooth Overture
Your eye is careful, so discerning Caution will mark me a craven coward But rash boldness will show me blundering Smug confidence will win me no award
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
The Funeral of Small Pleasures
You can smell it in the grey afternoon The slow disintegration of small joys The feeling that the end is coming soon Not of the world, or life, but of the toys
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Panthera Fossilis. Top Story - October 2023.
This is merely a poem I have an odd idea These students don’t get it And I think they have taught me to understand why
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets