The hole was deep, whispery, Hell itself, saying, “Don’t listen to these words! Be advised! Be advised! Don’t listen to these words.“
Hah, such pitter-patter from a hole, daring strong me, nonbelieving me, by trickery, challenging me not to listen. Such balderdash.
I leaned closer, and it pulled me down.
Tom Sheehan’s 37th book was Alone, with the Good Graces and soon comes Jock Poems for Proper Bostonians, both from Pocol Press, and just received the first copy of his latest book, Small Victories for the Soul VII from Wilderness House Literary Review. In submission process is Beneath My Feet this Earth Slips into the Far-end of Another’s Telescope and Poems Found from Fallen Pages. He has multiple works in Rosebud, Literally Stories, Linnet’s Wings, Frontier Tales, and many sites/magazines. He served as a sergeant in the 31st Infantry in Korea 1951-52.