Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling

Slippery when wet

Posted on April 16, 2015 by Timothy P. Schilling

The poet picks up the tab (for once)

Posted on April 16, 2015 by Timothy P. Schilling

Why would I make you work and guess

at what I really mean

unless I hardly know myself

or hate the thought of coming clean

Late afternoon

Posted on April 13, 2015 by Timothy P. Schilling

The eyes of Janine Jansen

Posted on April 13, 2015 by Timothy P. Schilling

Pluck cherries from an ever-ripe tree

Amsterdam, man, you still got it

Posted on April 11, 2015 by Timothy P. Schilling

Ocean nigh, starry sky

Posted on April 11, 2015 by Timothy P. Schilling

Here I stake my feary claim

Rounding the corner

Posted on April 8, 2015 by Timothy P. Schilling

Seasons unsing themselves and fall –

Posted on April 8, 2015 by Timothy P. Schilling

A dewfall on the heart.

Now not they but it

must turn and change colors

and bring forth life

from the duty divine.

Inside looking out

Posted on April 7, 2015 by Timothy P. Schilling

Domestic

Posted on April 7, 2015 by Timothy P. Schilling

After her rough entanglement

and dalliance with the gods

she returned to whistling tea

and biscuits rich in butter