
Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
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
Arnhem 2
Arnhem 1
Cri de coeur of the writer
If a pin drops
in the forest
and there’s no one there to hear it,
do I even exist at all?
Zen it just
Trails off and then
Vacancy
I’d so rather write reassurance
But where God’s the well
deep enough
to let my soul run its course
and net me plummeting
still




