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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Promoting Hank
Sure, they made it possible for wealthy people to live longer--maybe forever. Seismic shift there. Rich people have been trying not to die for as long as they have been sure that they can take their wealth with them; not just to sultry, sparkling resorts or virginal, green islands or even distant, lifeless worlds. They think they can take it to meet death, if it ever comes to that.
By D. J. Reddall12 months ago in Longevity
Yes I Will
I am serious I am prepared to be your Comfort animal
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Old Rules. Top Story - March 2025.
Here's something: The reproductive imperative is basically universal Be fruitful and multiply Fill the earth and subdue it
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Cult of the Culprit
Witness the wanton Will of an unrepentant Criminal made law
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Second Thoughts
We can no longer Afford to be ruled by bad Antique ideas
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Crowd Control
If you're surrounded By corruption, do not feel Obliged to blend in
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Paper Crown
Do not play along When the madman insists that His toy crown is real
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The Truth About Dying. Top Story - March 2025.
All sorts of things die Only one kind of mind does As far as it knows Everything that begins to live has begun to die We should not be so worried about what follows death
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
What Sort of Eye
Your small, silken ears savor spring’s strong song Unfurled on the mast of a barked synapse Of miniature ships in a still throng
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Your Next Binge
Reality show: Scientists and poets fall In love over drinks
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Holding the Stage
To secure our love You must be pretty and good At being others
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Daylight Raving
Everything would have Coalesced perfectly in That single, lost hour
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets