I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
I ought to run him through, this callow twit! Ogling Juna as he would a ham Or a plague victim specked with sores and shit
By D. J. Reddallabout 14 hours ago in Poets
Savor the waiting The impatient are foolish Time reveals beauty
By D. J. Reddalla day ago in Poets
When education Becomes customer service Rigor vanishes
If your wish to hear Stories not meant for your ears Feign sleep and listen
By D. J. Reddall2 days ago in Poets
How carefully some choose the right footwear Occasion, mood, height, weight, color and style Collapse the search parameters; they care
By D. J. Reddall3 days ago in Poets
Haunting idiots Makes encroaching death seem much More appealing, no?
By D. J. Reddall4 days ago in Poets
What kind of leader Believes everyone he wants Can be bought and sold?
Each time you feel small, weak, sick, insufficient Consider the subtle power of one, grey orphan Luckless lunar lump, looping languidly through silence
Hypochondriacal isolation Thanks to a rampant, mysterious plague Gradually yields to relaxation As good signs appear, though many are vague
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Poets
“Kings are the slaves of history.” Leo Tolstoy, War & Peace When humble workers Humiliate proud monarchs The world seems more just
You survive a plague And then discover that you Suffer from MS
By D. J. Reddall6 days ago in Poets
A gift for humans Was more than he could conjure We will not forget