Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
No, I don’t let Him get too human
‘Fore you know it He’ll be comin’ in,
settin’ up shop,
puttin’ His feet up
and wantin’ to wash mine.
You first
Filioque redux
The spirit proceeding
from this father and son
is kindly, too,
for I’ve promised him
KFC
after the Mass.
Who’d have thought they’d choose Utrecht?
We’re better off signing off
with a promise of patience
than sticking the afflicted
with a fix they can’t use.
Jack, we’ve got a bulb out here
Dosey doe
When you hook elbows
and turn,
you’re going in the same direction together,
even if you don’t see
eye to eye.
I saw a woman who could’ve been
A girl with bobbed hair once
who spent her summers
on the coast of Maine
and went back to Choate
with a tan and hard muscles.
She had that nose and chin
she’d never lose,
and she’d send you
chasing the ball
all over the court
until you tasted the salt
of your own sweat
and wished you were
a better player.
A certain satisfaction in the thought of dying
That some things would finally be done.
The dishes, for one.



