That relentless scramble for higher ground.
Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
Mud and more
You wouldn’t think it would matter so much
Why you’re gone
What I first saw was nothing,
then the pile of clothes.
They say it’s a good thing.
But I don’t know.
To the victor go the spoils
Harrowing
He dropped to where
there’s no dropping lower.
Interior
Trout
She lays her eggs
in a gravel nest,
crowns them with rock
and flees.
That snake sunning himself
What an attitude!
Another glove dropped
Another lost single.
Sometimes
someone
will pick one up
and stick it on a branch.
And then it waves
wanly.



