I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Avoid kink shaming Dressing up like a fascist Is more disturbing
By D. J. Reddall4 days ago in Poets
Which state has sponsored More terrifying misdeeds Than any other?
By D. J. Reddall6 days ago in Poets
It will come back The idiotic hope of an idealistic masochist That feeling that even if you have to burn out Something useful will be seen by your guttering light
Gilded fantasies Distractions from the ugly Truth about ourselves
By D. J. Reddall7 days ago in Poets
The sepulchral stench of Hades lingers As the goddess remembers her way home The pale anguish of frostbitten fingers Is sunned illegible, like a baked tome
By D. J. Reddall10 days ago in Poets
I talked to the guy When I feel it in my bones They're eating the dogs
By D. J. Reddall11 days ago in Poets
Your boredom and urgent thirst were real, once The cold room and precarious platform Were as worrisome as his annoyed grunts
By D. J. Reddall14 days ago in Poets
We used to mock the liquid Looking down from our frosty blue parapets Impervious to doubt and pain Clean and pristine as an original idea
By D. J. Reddall18 days ago in Poets
I will promise you Everything you dream about For a small favor
By D. J. Reddall19 days ago in Poets
The displeased demos Used to vote villains into Ten years of exile
By D. J. Reddall23 days ago in Poets
The shore is warm and dry, stable and sound The sand caresses skin and keeps it safe Allow some firmer footing to be found
By D. J. Reddall24 days ago in Poets
I was certain that the magic would work My lantern and carpet should have allowed My voyage to transcend the local murk Permitting me to flee the foolish crowd
By D. J. Reddall26 days ago in Poets
