
Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
Legendary last reunions
Of the family
when everyone was still there –
brass-knuckle voices, the ball game,
lawn chairs and drinks
with maraschino cherries –
“You jackass! No wonder
he walked away” –
barbecue sauce black
and two outs for the closer –
another win for the Cubs
in an otherwise winless year
Seattle

Leaving the Peninsula

American Catholicism

Midnight blue
Love casts out fear
Hence I found myself
three trees from the big house
working my way back
one black trunk at a time
Alley

A superhero’s soaring violence
Abundant in the air,
thwacks and grimacing jaws –
a cracked wall in the one frame,
rubble in the next –
a nuclear flash
and,
at last,
the muffling down,
a caroling
in paper soft as spring
Port Angeles, Washington

What rain was like in a parking lot in P.A.
It’s not at all but
I’ll say it, like
open-heart
surgery
and not in rivulets
but sheets
and who knew
the pavement sloped down?