I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
There are word limits Where I work, and where I play When I encounter them, they inspire a range of responses I am generally outraged that I must obey them
By D. J. Reddall5 months ago in Poets
All literature Is written for everyone And no one, at once ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Your love does not last, though I wish it would The flashing heat of your smile quickly fades Your saucy sashay through a moonlit wood
I did the right thing. You would have done the same, I expect. You will try to tell yourself that it would have gone differently for you.
By D. J. Reddall6 months ago in Horror
Some thieves are so quick They camouflage robberies As creative acts
By D. J. Reddall6 months ago in Poets
A: “You can write whatever you like. It’s just fiction.” B: “I’m not sure that’s true, actually. I mean, it is certainly fiction, but I’m not sure how freely I can write it.”
By D. J. Reddall6 months ago in Fiction
Try to understand: From the point of view of light Time has never been
There is a dark rumor on the market That names this as the last summer we'll see The conspiracies have formed a matched set
Becoming yourself Is much more valuable Than their approval
Make America Grate again, on all of our Poor nervous systems
When the robot lifts The heavy object for you You do not gain strength
Dare to disturb the universe, you peach Startle the smooth, soporific hum Of an ordinary conversation In order to complain about your place
