Sunday night in the setting sun,front step sitting now the work is done.The universe is in my veins,I’ve got my phone playing some songs,rock and soul all night long.Close my eyes and breathe it in.Every Sunday, you’ll find me here,some songs and a couple of beers.Take it easy, let it roll.Life moves fast, so gotContinue reading “Sunday Nights”
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Pale Horse
Pale horse,running through the woods at night,down the old trails where they never built the houses.Where we played as kids.Am I dreaming?Sitting at that kitchen table,or maybe that old wooden table,where I wrote so many songs when I was starting out.Trying to scrape meaningfrom three chords,and a life as yet unlived.Cup of coffee,maybe a tea,orContinue reading “Pale Horse”
Finish The Game
Rock and roll doesn’t need statues. It’s alive.Like Willie Nile.It’s in the pavement. The cracks in the wall in a sweaty club. When the singer testifies.It’s no museum piece.What goods a statue at the end of the world?It’s in the air. It’s in your walk. How you talk. How you get back up. Every time.IContinue reading “Finish The Game”
Smart Kettle
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”
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”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 