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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The Wedding Night. Top Story - March 2026.
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. Reddall15 days ago in Fiction
The Eumenides
Slay your enemies Thus will you inspire those Who yearn for revenge
By D. J. Reddall16 days ago in Poets
The Balcony
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. Reddall18 days ago in Poets
The Entitled
Why do you mistake Your desire for things for Proof you deserve them?
By D. J. Reddall23 days ago in Poets
Cold Speculation
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. Reddall24 days ago in Poets
The Stenographers
"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. Reddall24 days ago in Fiction
Mimetic Mammals
When we think we are Improvising, we may be Parroting parents
By D. J. Reddall26 days ago in Poets
Sobriety
A fresh, new mocktail: Boring Emasculation Is what they call it
By D. J. Reddall29 days ago in Poets
CM
Still vocalizing After 900 attempts To create real art
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets
Underwater
Sometimes the answer Lies in knowing that words have Multiple meanings
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets
Nothing Like Us
Have you noticed that a surprising number of to go cup lids are very poorly designed? I just bought a latte from the cafe across the street from the conference I'm attending this weekend, and the moment I returned to the lecture hall to set up my laptop, I found my sleeve covered in coffee. If something is poorly designed, shouldn't it be replaced by a superior model? How hard is it to design a lid that does not leak? Maybe it's too trivial to merit much attention. But what if it annoys you every, single day? You might think about changing it, just to make life more bearable.
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Humans
What Remains?
Some stubborn, metaphysical substrate Must linger when everything else dissolves; Beneath the paint, the canvas stands up straight
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets