I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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. Reddallabout 17 hours ago in Poets
I talked to the guy When I feel it in my bones They're eating the dogs
By D. J. Reddall2 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. Reddall5 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. Reddall8 days ago in Poets
I will promise you Everything you dream about For a small favor
By D. J. Reddall9 days ago in Poets
The displeased demos Used to vote villains into Ten years of exile
By D. J. Reddall14 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. Reddall15 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. Reddall17 days ago in Poets
On all the wagons Moving in all directions My tea is totaled
By D. J. Reddall19 days ago in Poets
The brave warrior Serves one, terrible master: Insatiable death
By D. J. Reddall22 days ago in Poets
Alone I remain Unfit for any other Way of being here
By D. J. Reddall23 days ago in Poets
Beware the orange troll, my little lads and lasses, Lest his eyes fix on your assets, your labor or your asses! The lips that lie, and hunger for all things
By D. J. Reddall24 days ago in Poets
