The kettles on, it lights up blue when it boils. I thought it was quite modern when we got it, now it’s all smart kettles. A kettle isn’t smart till it can come through and tap me on the shoulder and asks if I want a cup of tea.The mornings are quiet. I’ve got theContinue reading “Smart Kettle”
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The Climb
⚠️ Trigger Warning: This is a story of survival, but it includes themes of depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, and emotional distress. Please read with care. If these topics affect you deeply, know that you are not alone. National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (U.S.)Contact: Call or text 988Website: 988lifeline.orgDetails: Available 24/7 for free, confidential support for mentalContinue reading “The Climb”
A Different Kind Of Burn
Sometimes, I wished I smoked,just for something to doin dramatic pauses.Vaping isn’t for that,too cloudy,wrecks the mood,and takes ages to clear.Unlike a sexy breath drifting through the ether.And there’s only so many options.Maybe a coffee stir.Maybe telling the smart speaker to be quiet,like it interrupted something important.or…or…Or deleting the paragraphand starting again.Smoking is an oldContinue reading “A Different Kind Of Burn”
Ashtrays and Sunlight
Sitting in the back booth, the smell of coffee rolling through the place.I’ve been here for a while. In the silence.The jukebox is playing softly, the piano has been drinking, not me.Do they have jukeboxes anymore? Is this a dream?Suddenly a figure appears. Haunted, hands bloody. Checking its watch.“Times short.”Then he’s gone.I hear a soundContinue reading “Ashtrays and Sunlight”
Only Coffee Shop in Town
This is the only coffee shop in townThat’ll give me dog something to eat.He sits stretching in the sun,Looking for stomach rubs and treats. After a walk in the park,Chasing pigeons, chasing me.Barking at the squirrel,Who’s hiding up the tree. He sees the best in everything,Every person, every soul.He’ll slether your face in a second,AllContinue reading “Only Coffee Shop in Town”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 