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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Light Reading
Try to understand: From the point of view of light Time has never been
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
Weak Light
There is a dark rumor on the market That names this as the last summer we'll see The conspiracies have formed a matched set
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
Harmless Eccentrics
Becoming yourself Is much more valuable Than their approval
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
The Second Term
Make America Grate again, on all of our Poor nervous systems
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
AI Generated Content
When the robot lifts The heavy object for you You do not gain strength
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
Please Remain Seated
Dare to disturb the universe, you peach Startle the smooth, soporific hum Of an ordinary conversation In order to complain about your place
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
The Madness of Kings
We ought to be more careful with power It should not be available for sale It should not be kept in a high tower With keys bestowed upon the first born male
By D. J. Reddall8 months ago in Poets
Nuala. Winner in Everything Looks Better From Far Away Challenge.
I was a regular here, when I was well. It may be a good thing that I'm not well anymore. It's a dive that knows it and doesn't apologize. The view is actually quite charming when I walk in. It looks as patient and understanding as a good shrink.
By D. J. Reddall8 months ago in Fiction
The Hill Times
“In summer the empire of insects spreads.” -- Adam Zagajewski It might seem mad to envy any ant: With its whole life folded into a year
By D. J. Reddall8 months ago in Poets
Our Artificially Intelligent Future
Do we want a world In which illiterate fools Can think they're poets?
By D. J. Reddall8 months ago in Poets
Always Another
Watching the glass drain you, cold and empty Makes the impish paradox of whiskey So clear, as thirst and wrinkles multiply
By D. J. Reddall8 months ago in Poets
Outliers
We either betray Or perish before we can Keep those knuckles white
By D. J. Reddall8 months ago in Poets