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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Six Thousand Shells
The displeased demos Used to vote villains into Ten years of exile
By D. J. Reddallabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Fringe Benefits
The shore is warm and dry, stable and sound The sand caresses skin and keeps it safe Allow some firmer footing to be found
By D. J. Reddallabout 17 hours ago in Poets
Table Eleven
Tony claims he has COVID, so I've got a double shift. Most nights have been pretty busy this month. People seem to be living it up while they can. The news is nasty, and getting worse. Most of my customers eat and drink too much, tip well and behave, though they get louder when the beverages take effect. I don't mind.
By D. J. Reddall2 days ago in Fiction
No Escape
I was certain that the magic would work My lantern and carpet should have allowed My voyage to transcend the local murk Permitting me to flee the foolish crowd
By D. J. Reddall3 days ago in Poets
Forbearance
On all the wagons Moving in all directions My tea is totaled
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Poets
Grave Consequences
The brave warrior Serves one, terrible master: Insatiable death
By D. J. Reddall8 days ago in Poets
By the Pond
Alone I remain Unfit for any other Way of being here
By D. J. Reddall9 days ago in Poets
Galumphing Back
Beware the orange troll, my little lads and lasses, Lest his eyes fix on your assets, your labor or your asses! The lips that lie, and hunger for all things
By D. J. Reddall10 days ago in Poets
Working Conditions
Take away respect There can be no trust and no Sincere devotion
By D. J. Reddall11 days ago in Poets
The Book Club
Propriety permits propinquity Provided that all our drawers stay up Selecting art's harmless society We taste of, but do not drain, lust's warm cup
By D. J. Reddall11 days ago in Poets
You Will
You will wonder how this can be the world You will believe in elaborate lies with perfect sincerity Your dutiful patience will be a fat vein for hungry teeth
By D. J. Reddall12 days ago in Poets
The Spoils
The raucous gratitude of starved ravens Drowns out the quiet speech of sanity All of our warm, familiar, clean havens Become cold, arid, hostile and filthy
By D. J. Reddall13 days ago in Poets