Works
- 1911: Summer of Love (poetry)
- 1914: Trees and Other Poems (poetry)
- 1916: The Circus and Other Essays (essays)
- 1917: Main Street and Other Poems. (poetry)
- 1917: The Courage of Enlightenment: An address delivered in Campion College, Prairie du Chien, Wisconsin, to the members of the graduating class, 15 June 1917.
- 1917: Dreams and Images: An Anthology of Catholic Poets. (poetry anthology, edited by Kilmer)
- 1917: Literature in the Making by some of its Makers (criticism)
- 1918: Poems, Essays and Letters in Two Volumes Volume One: Memoir and Poems, Volume Two: prose works (collected works) (published posthumously, edited by Robert Cortes Holliday).
- 1919: Kilmer's unfinished history of the Fighting 69th (165th Infantry) is posthumously printed in Father Duffy's Story by Francis P. Duffy (New York: Doran, 1919).
- 1921: The Circus and Other Essays and Fugitive Pieces (published posthumously)
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