
Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
The bat cave

You get to where anything could be a poem
Fries
decaf
Apple Bandit
Fashion silence

Getting real
Wasn’t the dividing line between
sea and sky, the endless horizon,
an image of the Trinity and of the
divine “economy” – laughing self-giving
in a game of rain and evaporation?
This question did not seem to be
chief on people’s minds.
I looked again. And then
left love for love and asked what was.
And Coke I did provide.
Flowers for our lady of the Eucharist

Reluctance
Not a leaf but one
has turned. Nor shall I.
I’ve quit the branch before.
Unseen 2

Unseen 1

September
