Author: Richard J Tilley
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Lucrative Shadows in the Sutures of Pawns
cranial plates soap box rhythms placoid illusions to soft music soft bones, letting go of the evening triumph no longer a stalemate dancer, but another self-styled drone bee Souls meagre...
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Her Name is Hope; She Allows Us to Wait
raceme neutrality does not give gifts but the One, who is a wonder, does give vision to the desperate, floating hands on the back, a Voice for the falling and...
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She is Approaching, Tossing the Afternoon from its Wake
Jocund fences for embedding alacrity stole under counter-like belligerent dances bellicose mating calls and the rage of the human condition stalwart tidings in the dance of recall bound for the...
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The Seven Lost Journals of St. Markian Lewis
The Hesitation of St. Markian Lewis The shy embankment stations its pipes for gasoline and water in summer steps grounded to a conclusion that wheat is not like stalks of...
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Jolie Holland
In Memphis there are princes in the streets diving into the pavement like fish singing of romantic tomorrows lost to yesterday The Jolie Holland blues require a couple dollars in...
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This drowning evening
Fine books are burning burgonet horses shoveling snow like bikes in the village square on top stolen patronage, so odd to see you on this day, this drowning evening Lamented...
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Res Publica Jubilate
Too many tormented statues tormented meanings éclaircissement Jubilate endorsement for planets stowed by milk stirred by the dew of bell empires singing with two voices she was a good daughter,...
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Time in the Likes of St. Peter Petrel
Dissolving into merely adequate history Where the bar is low and the pace is fast Too ill-tempered to relegate sober and nuanced designation Steady state consultation that the aperture is...
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Moldova Tuned-Fever
Resonances of Romanian folk dances Sing for the harp of heaven Sing for the broken tomorrows Before the stalled Cadillac radio Becomes the surface of thoughts Traditions given weight To...
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Sow Through the Anger and the Kids
There are no more roads to hang on to She fetched the last one there was a time when the distance was healing but the grains of distance have left...