
Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
Time snuggles up to the oblivious
Sticking ticking seconds in our craw
Book and cigar

Not what you’d call ambition
I’d like to be old and whittled smooth,
gentleness itself
Women and car

My heart will be
A bell of the Holy Ghost!
Summer

Me and you or maybe just you
You make me, move me,
dwell in me, and beckon.
What without you
do I do at all?
Memory

Walk of the world
