History is hurtling
believe it or not
to resolutions
such as these
Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
Slippery when wet
The poet picks up the tab (for once)
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
The eyes of Janine Jansen
Pluck cherries from an ever-ripe tree
Amsterdam, man, you still got it
Ocean nigh, starry sky
Here I stake my feary claim
Rounding the corner
Seasons unsing themselves and fall –
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
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