Author Archives: timothypschilling
Candle
Picking up the trail
End point of lines and light
Which way out?
People in my dreams
Tire
Headache
One must cover one’s tracks
So what I did was
So what I did was swap out death for life.
I poked through and (for life was not all)
down in around and out again,
stitching a garment for every weather.
