
Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
House afire

I have friends afar
I have friends afar,
moonlight people whose messages
arrive in the morning.
I answer and am
to them
a moonlight people too.
Domicile

Sheep

Box at Mass
I am the box
lid open
not big enough for God
so flat now
wide as a box can be
American steaks

Oh say can you see
Me, the refugee?
My red-white eye
and blue blue sigh
and hope for self-evident truth?
Café Hulsman in Venray

Lost in Limburg
