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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Simulacrum
Perhaps a perfect Simulation has a name: A reality
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Her Summons
Her summons used to frighten and confuse I resented her loud, silver music Now I know I was a fool to refuse I understand her language is ludic
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Prayer & Sacrifice
When the answer is Silence, do not be deceived You have an answer
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
My Type
At a glowing glance, I recognized you Beauty is mine, ageless and abiding Countries have been slain for a taste of me Down history’s spiral stair have I walked
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Spent
Some kinds of fatigue Are impervious to sleep They are of the mind
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The MRI & I
Slide into the womb of a huge robot Wonder what kind of sadist plugs your ears And then, when you are supine, frozen, caught
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Thinning Veil
Do not fear the dwindling light; the night In autumn is no ordinary dark From pain and sorrow it grants a respite As we approach the fixed, unmoving mark
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Nocturnal Grader
To read is to think With the mind of another; It can be awful
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Samhain
We obey small fiends For we fear their sadistic Mischievous revenge
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Night Grind
A definition Of ruthless exploitation Hides in your soft yawn
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Inky Elixir. Runner-up in Sensational II Challenge.
Gaze at this hot, onyx pool, complimented by cumulonimbus cotton Permit yourself to be seduced by an ironic aroma that simultaneously soothes and galvanizes
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Abscond
Don’t mistake solitude for loneliness The former is a crisp garment, chosen The latter a way you're obliged to dress Solitude runs clean; lonely is frozen
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets