I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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. Reddalla day ago in Poets
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
When I was just a lad, my parents told me that we were going to see the ocean. I was not a clever lad. I thought they meant that the ocean is someone, whom you could pay a visit if you liked.
By D. J. Reddall3 days ago in Fiction
Slay your enemies Thus will you inspire those Who yearn for revenge
By D. J. Reddall4 days ago in Poets
Here is no synonym of loneliness Solitude suffonsifies and sustains I feel evening’s mischievous caress My modest light, a sparkling watch maintains
By D. J. Reddall6 days ago in Poets
Why do you mistake Your desire for things for Proof you deserve them?
By D. J. Reddall11 days ago in Poets
The river speculates about the footprints Fluent in many dialects of flow Across the surface, a remote sun glints Who was this walker, swanning to and fro?
By D. J. Reddall12 days ago in Poets
"What do you do with yours? After work, you know?" "Oh, mostly LLM training. They gobble it all up." "They sure do. I'm writing something, so I sort of feed mine into that."
By D. J. Reddall12 days ago in Fiction
When we think we are Improvising, we may be Parroting parents
By D. J. Reddall14 days ago in Poets
A fresh, new mocktail: Boring Emasculation Is what they call it
By D. J. Reddall18 days ago in Poets
Still vocalizing After 900 attempts To create real art
Sometimes the answer Lies in knowing that words have Multiple meanings
By D. J. Reddall19 days ago in Poets
