
Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
This death a waste
Not like some
death of Jesus
saving the world.
Or did I
miss something?
Woodwind
A blossom year
The cold has let them stay forever
Spring shower
Your dark beauty so troubling to me
Confessions of a fugitive
Deer
Deer
Lying down
Against the back fence
Facing the sun
Watching the sunrise
Chewing their cud





