Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
The soul’s dishevelment
“Why were you hiding?”
No, please thank you, I was not hiding
but biding
time
while the garden grew regardless
Wanting you badly
A pound of potatoes
cools the boil
but they’ll cook
soon enough
you’ll see
Tilted lab
My flame disappears in a white, white sky
Said earthly good isn’t so good.
Some heaven doth give it the lie.
A chicken chosen
To feed the world
leaves a feather
just so I’ll know
So close really / The helping hand
The Ascension, Sacramentary of Archbishop Drogo of Metz (ca. 842)
Tears turn the wheel
Grinding these hopes
but I’ll make bread from this
listless dust born of nopes.
Just give me, O Lord,
that ingredient least
that lifts me to live,
Your beneficent yeast.
The sound of NPR
Wheat growing
and the wind blowing,
and the implication,
not what is said
Still wondering
Utrecht Journal 