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Jamie Sheehan<\/a><\/h2>\n

Poetry<\/h4>\n

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1. thoughts on a lover, long ago<\/p>\n

trepidation sank
\nthe thought,<\/p>\n

and its teeth
\ninto my heart;<\/p>\n

i never felt a thing.<\/p>\n

2. where the sunshine spills over<\/p>\n

early, before the bird chatter, before
\nthe restful still tucked in dream
\nrise and reach for a different day,
\ni sit in the shadow of a son<\/p>\n

….and burn.<\/p>\n

3. home is where the hurry ain’t<\/p>\n

scatter, scurry, take cover quick
\nclouds approaching dark and thick
\nwolves are howling, owl hoots,
\nthe deer departed, the squirrel scoots<\/p>\n

the man in me must extend his will,
\nsurvival just beyond the hill
\njust beyond his reach, he knows,
\npretty places, softer faces, shelter from the snow<\/p>\n

but that man in me is just a fool,
\nsome damn image I must cut loose
\nto watch his fearful, rapid extraction
\nand walk among long dappled grasses<\/em><\/p>\n

4. +\/- Prozac<\/p>\n

history hid the apple behind the hands of time
\nhow dreadful is a country road paved with old good-byes
\nbut to walk without a single pause, a single thought of you,
\nwould keep me here suspended, borderline a fool.<\/p>\n

now in order to understand oneself you must let go to fall
\nholding on to anything comes nothing good at all
\nexcept of course, in my case, borderline the fool
\nstuck up in the tree, I see …. the carriage then the mule<\/p>\n

5. me against the swirl<\/p>\n

it all slips away, as my head keeps spinning,
\nthoughts gather at the edge of town
\nstaring inward upon my soul,
\nas the evening star, faint,
\nfalls for a meandering blue\u2026<\/p>\n

and I, cascading like a lover caught in circumstance,
\nhold my breath;
\nfor what’s left to lose?<\/p>\n

6. A Lower Case of i<\/p>\n

dear mama, don’t you worry now,
\nmy heart it’s a-broken, but these tears they are sound;
\ni’m treading lightly, leaving little sign,
\nthis life is yours, i’m just a passerby.
\nif you’re the sun and the moon,
\ni’m a bowl of cereal on a Saturday afternoon;
\noh this is known, for a fact:
\nyou’re a Rolls-Royce and i’m a rusted-out Cadillac<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Jamie Sheehan,<\/strong> a carpenter, has been listening to his father, Tom Sheehan (a Faith Hope & Fiction<\/em> favorite), bang on the keys (first his old typewriter and now his laptop) since Jamie first came home from the hospital. As Jamie says: \u201cMost of my writing is done with a guitar in hand but it’s all poetry, it’s all love.\u201d Unpolished is his first submission.<\/p>\n

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