But we call it the mind.
Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
Books

Night sky

I hate running
They say there’s a zone,
but I’ve never found it.
The Mass is ended

The Good Shepherd

Alchemy of prayer
Bent in the pew, I
turn into lead and
fall through the floor
Window window

Our Church, this valley of tears
Corruption is the vein we mine,
risking our life to foul the air
Train seen from the bus
