Tilling : Writing

Making It Make Sense

Making It Make Sense

A Poem by Tilling


Remember I was praying barefoot on the boulevard,throwing shoes at passersby, dumping garbage in the street.Crazy, those tricks off Santa Monica, they..
Track Gear

Track Gear

A Poem by Tilling


I used to wear only track gear.Clothes I found discarded along railroad tracks.Clothes preferably discarded for upwards of years.What wasn't folded ov..
Somewhat Small Annoyances

Somewhat Small Annoyances

A Poem by Tilling


I've been given great lengths of ropein this life. More than mostknow exist. I was asked to give upmy name in exchange for another;a different life.I ..
Jesus Would Ride Freight

Jesus Would Ride Freight

A Poem by Tilling


God would send me sometimesboxcars to ride.I know.I would hop up toclimb inside.At times so coldI would cover upeven with lumber.Thank you so much,I l..
Little Love

Little Love

A Poem by Tilling


I lived on freight trains,ate out of garbage cans,and sold my body in three different states.I used to run for funwhen I had tothrow tantrums on corne..
Tom's Two Seasons

Tom's Two Seasons

A Poem by Tilling


During the dry of winter,opening with simple care,the halls echo quiet as he keys each darkened room door.Things are sure to change in August’s ..

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