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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The Ruse
They leave you alone for a long time after you volunteer. There are sacred, mysterious reasons for this practice. I don’t care to know much about them. The quiet solitude—which I was sternly told to spend in prayer and sincere reflection upon my life, my transgressions, and the forgiveness the gods might grant me—gives you plenty of time to think.
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Fiction
Palm Reader
You revealed each roof As a coarse palm, made to hold The cold truth of snow
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Queue, Anon
Soon, celestial spheres will form a bright line Sorting themselves, single file Such signs and portents are said to be semantically dense
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Majority Rule
Old democracy The only way to redeem Thee is persuasion
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Wrung Out
After the bedlam of the circus ends Forensic analysis must begin Upon fleecing the rubes, our life depends Did we, to each face, bring a happy grin?
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Blue Monday
Monday, familiar and contemptible Quick to anger and slow to understand You are as proud as you are ignoble Your flesh is common and your costume grand
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Ghost Reader
Represent your elegant, dying wife Leaving her traitorous body behind Temporarily, for another life Thanks to a novel, legible but blind
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Bloody Ladder. Top Story - January 2025.
We really must stop worrying about upward mobility And start questioning the height of the bloody ladder Isn't a certain consensus on this score quite firm?
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Without Warning
Substances, smoking Adult language, nudity Two, free range humans
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Demagogue
He knows how we feel! He does not ask us to think! He must be our friend!
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Bit Parts
Know the difference Between doctor and patient Is temporary
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Eavesdropping
Eavesdropping on the moon's conversation With the busy, ambitious, vexed river Clarified its dead end job frustration And gave me a recognition shiver
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets