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• A point made pretty much by everyone, so few

  [(“Yup. You really don’t recognize God, do you?”)] “Hey! How is this even a poem?” “You ask the only doctorate degree holder of Poet of the Songs of God”

  By Richard J Tilley October 25, 2026 Compassion, Diplomacy, Forever, localism, My PhD, PhD, Poetry, Resonance, Sometimes Rude, Songs, Sparked Joy, Water

• With Chan Marshall as my vocal exegesis (baton throws)

  never, go out to the barnhouse icons no, not the disturbed relics of yesterday’s cast iron regrets, not to appease the giants, never take away from me more than I...

  By Richard J Tilley October 25, 2026 Diplomacy, Poetry, Resonance, Sometimes Rude, Songs

• When we belong here, just a thing God wanted to say………………

  When I confirmed myself. When I proved to white men and women. We are invaders here. That war never ended. But that war is not the one God is fighting...

  By Richard J Tilley October 24, 2026 Crying, Distinguished Ineffable, Forever, Poetry, Songs

• We Spoke like digging in the wedded eclipsing prose

  Riots. Too run over the billing date like a tire over a lucky notebook. There are strikes so often there is no such thing as the unemployed. All crowded together...

  By Richard J Tilley October 24, 2026 Crying, Diplomacy, Distinguished Ineffable, Empathy, Poetry, Poverty, Songs

• the grit dawn

  friends with large purses “make a risk worthwhile” if only one’s soul is without faith – faith in oneself, a hurdled sanctification, like stars upon a broomstick and electricity, now...

  By Richard J Tilley October 22, 2026 (Re)memory, My Now Last Year, Poetry

• taut dreams manifesting their own weight (were allegiances dependent)

  seize the anchor, the opening clockwork and gusts of radio dials, the plair docks, the butcher Bobs, and sneaking behind, sliding on tri-loumb ground quartet lunch gazebo railings – the...

  By Richard J Tilley October 22, 2026 Empathy, Forever, Poetry, Poverty, Resonance, Songs, Sparked Joy, Water

• constructs of Americana

  an imitation of posture in the breathing sky a celebration of the average plain-clothes citizen breaking out of prisons every day – it’s all theatre, where the rough-tine hedge fund...

  By Richard J Tilley October 22, 2026 Poetry

• Everything we do is theatre

  This theory is not presented by your local convenience store no bulk leather apprentice. Or Swan of the Bitter Travels dancing on your Lake, like a lost and distant love...

  By Richard J Tilley October 21, 2026 books, Diplomacy, Forever, localism, Poetry, Poverty, Resonance, Songs, Sparked Joy, Water

• Bill Orcutt making papier-mâché villains

  I would never try to make you unformidable dynasty, racked beneath the orchestration of flamingos like curtailed misdirection all allied with toothcombs here, on the murky aqueduct where channels paste...

  By Richard J Tilley October 21, 2026 Music, Poetry

• Feels like for good this time

  I can hear God say, “I am still here” but my mind and body feel like that phase is over like what passes for a normal feeling is set like...

  By Richard J Tilley October 21, 2026 Crying, localism, Poetry