Author: Richard J Tilley

  • blessure and joy

    exploration and fulfilling Purim; casually emptied of all ends towards macaroons from Spain, from unadulterated fountains, from members imposing sayings to both the bride and the groom as a name...

  • Prince of Memphis

    annexed communities of hostility, the same formed through the role of immigrants, the end of sentiment toward the end in the claiming of military colonies, the minority, black and white...

  • Households resurrected on railroad farms

    a consultive moment dropping pertinacious eyelids a sea mile from coarse laughing predatory fresh water drift nets, drivers in chronic reason not classical not romantic but an adroit flushing to...

  • Trimester Commission on Marked Inlay Puddles

    securities and exchange tinkle profuse winters under neglected impanelment fiddler doorman cricks chairman breaks the bier his altimeter, his amble presence retreating to the academy for four days, a dozen...

  • Passenger on a magnetic leaf

    I am near the pit and the pond where dwells the ancient upon blades of grass, cut with paperweight and mangled exposure. I’m near to them they say, under salutatory...

  • Commonplace eruptions

    the appearance of the audience supply lines, in recidivistic fatigue shortening their rhythm, for recommendations to compensate the commonwealth, they are our armory commission on the frontlines to recompose the...

  • Cradled Tenure

    The melody of uninterpreted mothers is only the word for daily use as a centerpiece to states in shapes of sobriquet injunctions customary delivering, upbringing a generation from colonists courts,...

  • Race-Packaging

    An improvisational, open form makes our trip into mythic detention a united vocation for the individual to become enveloped in and recall our own echoes of open falling and forcing...

  • Soft Landings

    I like poems with a soft landing. Poems that state the obvious, but curve and index Like a child’s cursive, Like a tormented line about the struggle. Oblique to the...

  • Morning

    Contumelious straights with hampered joyous prose Walk tightly across the doctor’s grey lawn I asked for an ashtray without having smoked in years Stead in clear of my rival for...