
Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
Cigarillos

Poetry is my protection
Poetry is my protection against terror.
It fortifies no wall but collapses the one
behind which I find myself cowering.
I’m embarrassed to find myself there.
Poetry is every word in the question,
What are you afraid of?
It leads me outside.
Birches in the fall

Janke

The wind strips seasons from the year
My love has held nothing in place –
and has itself, some of it, gone
to where love and time decompose
in a field of stars and glass.
Americans

Birds near Castricum

Rain

Sea star
