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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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
Camera Ready
What really matters Is how things appear to be On various screens
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets
The Defiant
All of the grim facts seem to conspire Against this mad impulse, to walk alone Through fresh snow and wind, a frozen wire
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets
Obstinate. Runner-Up in Small Heat Challenge.
Ash and snow mingle Winter's cold exhalation A lone ember glows
By D. J. Reddall2 months ago in Poets
Mix Opposites
Harmonize your parts: Feel with cool lucidity Think passionately
By D. J. Reddall2 months ago in Poets
For Prophet
Your trivial queries annoy the gods! Horse races, politics, lotteries, girls; I am not here to calculate the odds But to read the future as it unfurls
By D. J. Reddall2 months ago in Poets
Meathead
Humane, laughing hearts A bigoted crank from Queens Never a contest
By D. J. Reddall2 months ago in Poets
The User Agreement. Top Story - December 2025.
Pay no attention to the dire warnings The system is not broken It is working perfectly To create exactly this life For all of the participants in it
By D. J. Reddall2 months ago in Poets
Aesthetic Judgment
Representatives Should be chosen carefully They reveal our taste
By D. J. Reddall2 months ago in Poets
The River Speaks
We imitate the river on our way Destinations turn into departures As to and fro, night flows into bright day My horse is a methodical marcher
By D. J. Reddall2 months ago in Poets
The Wisdom of Hibernation
Winter speaks wise words In the language of the bear We need translations
By D. J. Reddall2 months ago in Poets
The Worrying
Thinking you know what you mean Such a subtle trap Words have lives They are born, they work, and they die Children imitate their parents
By D. J. Reddall2 months ago in Poets