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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Bookish
Is reality A story about itself That we read and write?
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Good Knight
The hour of serene exhaustion comes With the truth that all of your mad striving Has yielded little profit, and vast sums
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Malus Matrimonium
Beware the union Of obstinate ignorance And smug confidence
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Know Thyself
Intoxicated and heeding a god Divine speech rolling off a mortal tongue In the form of paradoxes most odd And gnomic riddles, whispered, screamed or sung
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Last Night
Here is the story Of my narrow escape from Your small, cruel heart
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Phantom Limbs
Why don't we marvel At sensation's eulogy For what has been lost?
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
False Awakening
Somnambulist, swanning through silk silence Invisible is your map of the night Listen to sleep’s pure, phantom poetry Egress from the mundane, it promises
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Fiora
Imagining things I may be, but you Appear to be ignoring other eyes And gazing just at me, as if on cue; Your ancient gaze shreds my modern disguise
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Character
Your valuables Are worthless when compared to Your moral values
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Coat Check
A vacant variable; a cloaked void Coat, hat and cane framing empty, blue sky You might be worried, a bit paranoid Relax—do not this power deny
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Hermit
When I got home from work, some of my neighbors were smoking and laughing on the stoop. I asked if anyone had seen Gene lately. No one had, and one of them said Gene was a few enchiladas short of a fiesta. Hilarious. I walked into the building and buzzed Gene.
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Fiction
Muezza
He cut off the sleeve To let me sleep, but I meant To stay his sword arm
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets