
Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
Backyard birds
The slate-colored junco,
the pine siskin,
the dipper, the catbird,
the chukar and starling,
and you and me and our many
winglit warbly ways.
Washington apples

I love being up early
I love making the coffee and thinking of my grandmother.
I love how a kitchen light can be
the only light in the house,
and a clock the only sound.
I used to wake to it.
Now I make it for others.
Autumn gate

What the Dutch know (signs in the park)
Don’t let children pee in the water.
Only clean butts in the pool.
September song

Note to self re. purgatory
Don’t leave too much to burn off at the end.
Still ahead: Kirk sleeps with space women
A weightless tango devolves
to a postcoital dreamless state.
Brain stars circle and dust showers collide.
Monstrance
