Frank Sheehan is a widely published poet having been published since 1996. His books include 7 chapbooks and 3 full-length collections. His work has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies. He has been a featured reader at venues throughout New York City and Long Island. He was born in Manhattan and currently resides in Long Beach, New York.
The wheels find, the track on my body, why do I shiver & tremble? The night gives me the depth, a grim reminder of realism. The consortium of thorns, the splinters float in my eyes. The dignified seizure, takes hold
Time well spent Years together Learning Growing As our time comes to an end I look back on past years I remember our happiest moments Before we move on Four years Of time And memories To be brought with me
All you heartless bastards, what have you done? housing estates spat out for wasted generations; a life sentence of grey brick cells festering in long cemetery grass endless dead end roads lined by garbage dump back yards, playgrounds for fat
Our innocent years and times gone by I remember too well when I was a child. Eating ice cream and playing hide and seek climbing trees and scuffed knees. Apple pie my gran would bake, Toffee apples and strawberry cake.