
Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
Cupped fire in the twilight
The face,
the point of light,
the smoke
Window on Alkmaar

Web

Chocolate brown eyes and the ultimate deep lostness of the world
I dreamt of the ways it could and did
go wrong, the departure to the party
and my key, what was her name
and who were these girls –
yes to bright longing and no –
how to get out and where
oh where was my key?
Back in Holland

Last shot of the summer

View from Lodi

Precious thing
Your move to grab it is
what makes it fall
Selfie
