Author: Richard J Tilley
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Winter Abounds
In the heat-soaked afternoons with the telemetry and high dogs sounding like the Virginia Gazette on its last press there are doorways to the morning light with dim fashioned creations...
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execrable doorknobs
There is a path to the golden way that is, if gold is a matter of worth just a reflection of a solitary source weaved into The Great Depression and...
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Gas Turbines and Commanding Glaciers
It was an easy-fitting judgement on the house of gas turbines caught alongside the asymmetries of tired wars and oblong thrush spotted breasts thunderous and stridently escaping flames nocturnal ambisonics...
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Confessional Liberation that Carries the Lament of Not Being Able to be Realized
For decades I had falsely believed the repeated extreme hardships I was seemingly fated to experience were tests tests of my character tests of my endurance tests of my adaptability…...
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When the Kids Have Stopped Working
Stalled on the treeway an olive oil change by the side of the forest the streets lined with pickles and berries we should have known better the olives only react...
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security guard for the patron saint
spare no expense gardenias in white and yellow surrounding a child on a trash heap Controllability by Mother fragrance medicine for uncles and grandfathers atemporal considerations of consentient doorknobs pleasant...
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Tomorrow’s ready sands of missing journals
Navigating texts like way stations Recalling the broken syllable; trust adjourned forecast to the ready sands of missing journals remembering only the harm caused by your touch Stirred into a...
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The sitting room of censure
disapprobation conferences demur resurrections like palpable gentry in an estate of urban suggestions no longer on the outside a geography of truth where place hold placards to be seen and...
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The hour of arrival
Crystal churches closing their doors on the poor Reifying evil is the last glimpse of God they will see intermittent ceiling factories, chandelier spokesmen and calling winter scourges, like a...
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Poetry is a Responsibility
After learning Nikki Giovanni had passed away. Dec. 10th, 2024 – 3:00 am In the next world, if my warrior Queen God is true / Nikki Giovanni will not have...