Author: Richard J Tilley
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Fragment of a Celebration at the Banquet of Morning
The diagenesis conversations And the moderate gale sigh The insinuations are the bureau of our lives A stencil watercourse An elaborate Emily Frost headhunter for book markers to reinterpret what...
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Before pearls, the sand
there are stealth whispering trees in their father’s lawn, like a doctor who has never dreaded a harsh word or laughed on purpose, finding himself sold at the art fair,...
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Julia Jacklin Sits Pardoned
Julia Jacklin skipping on hearts in the clouds Seldom does she laugh out loud but she has rested in the present like a soft-island pearl too eclipsed within the standing...
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Sleepers of evening grown
there are no leaves for those fallen asleep where shadows spring headaches and sport coats like feathers and dawn caffeine to the absent screen for doorways and grocery drawers there...
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storehouse where redoubtable singers are elevated
Singers humbled across the defensive four gates, drowned in the sand cloth for piracy of faith, troubled like gravel in summer as lonely as the decrepit winter dust among the...
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She Will Meet Them in the Sand and the Frowning Parade
sagacity warrant for the great mislabeled sparrow She turns Her head towards the frowning parade that is like a gas light in perpetual applause treble enclosure for Her forever sea...
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The Pelican of inkhorn juste milieu
shabrack crossing saddlecloth armory of flagitious nouveau riche toddlers seasoned in European travelogues like sinking pastime exposure they will sing as they pray ingratiated with sold family with enough money...
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The dust and cake of peace(meal) offering
A solitary peasant of sociological industry a formal apology across the riotous thrown stones a derivative exponible stolen lantern soft coal for the older gods bitumen of forced labor for...
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Decades of Deliberation
The commoming of tossed sacred ground tokens of persuasion against married scattered toys adrift in the sanctimoniously harbored escaping sea stalwarts of dancing atrophy and curds of smoking laughter like...
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Abstruse Servicemen of Plate Tracery
Echoes of tanglefoot laughter outside on the frosted bench where the catabolism of joy sits pregnant like a whale song in the ditches of starbase mornings contra proferentem laundry dresses...