Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
Standing by water
A sad girl at summer camp
She rose to blow closed
the bald spot in her hair
Reeds
Swimming to freedom
Two exposed now in their extravagant need
You who would have me
run this trail to elude me,
who would have you, and I do.
You slow and I pounce and we
tumble together,
relishing our exquisite death.
Blackbird
It’s all vanity and chasing after wind
But I’ll get it done before I die
Wall of windows
Rocket
Utrecht Journal 