Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
I love a fishbone tree
Draw a sailboat in a circle:
I’ll sail you to the sea.
Give me your triangles,
your loopy clouds,
your beach-stick fire
with swoopy flame:
we’ll squiggle up in happy smoke –
you won’t regret you came.
House in IJsselstein
Face of a changing tradition
Zwarte Piet
Silence is a pocket
In the air
it’s where
I keep my money
Peace pipe
The arrowy requests
We sent with our eyes
left us scattered, fallen
aching up
unto the gleaning
Dutch family in prayer before the meal, 1627
Pilgrim corn
Three herring in a hillock,
as the Patuxet had done.
Three spokes of a wheel.
Three eyes,
three mouths in conversation
guard the corn
that grows up through the wheel.





