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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Go Rogue
If things are driving you nuts And you’re anything like me Which you must be, if things are driving you nuts You will blame yourself, and in many cases
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Keenest of Lessons
Just imagine for a moment that you are teaching a class. One of the topics that you have discussed with the students in the class is irony. You’ve done plenty of reading about irony and thinking about irony; you think you understand it well enough to explain the basics to some people who know little or nothing about it. So, you indicate that irony is the gap between apparent meaning and real meaning.
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Education
Regitur a Stulti
What was wrong with us? A mad fool was the ruler Our hearts desired
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Time's Fingerprint
Imagine Paris, many years ago Untouched by the internet or cell phones Gently caressed by sunlight and fresh snow With a heart that loves all, which no one owns
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Nostalgia
It was frustrating Knowing that I left my home When I left your arms
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
His Gods
We obey the dog in any weather He has four gods himself, queer quadruped: Nose, stomach, anus and swollen bladder We know his offerings must be scooped
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Icy Interloper
Winter has arrived The most terrible of guests Gaunt, silent and cold
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Scriptorium
Writing and reading With and for one another Some sort of heaven?
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Cool Legislature
The fearsome geometry of winter Shows that the elements are indifferent To us, as vines ignore the young vintner No domicile can calculate the rent
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
A Tool's Paradise
No utopia Makes the humans do the chores While robots "write" books
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Jacked Up
Infuse frost with a chilled, clear intellect Immunize it against all writer’s block Grant it the liberty now to select
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Flakes
Some nights, you move through The snow, and some nights, the snow Moves coldly through you
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets