Miserable Bastards (Part One): A writer wakes up with a hangover, no plan and a ceiling that’s due to collapse. One second,Two seconds,Three seconds,Four seconds. Time slips away. I open my eyes. The morning is bright.Too bright. Am I alive? My mouth is dry.My head hurts. I can see the patch on the ceiling whereContinue reading “Wake Up Juice”
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Midnight is Gone
Midnight. Midnight is gone. Deep into the heart of the night. Just speeding through the nighttime, past where the streetlights end. The road is quiet.Got to get home.Police cars burling past me down the dual carriageway. Lights flashing as I slow down a little.Stop at the petrol station and fill up. The lady behind theContinue reading “Midnight is Gone”
Tree
Sometimes it’s nice to be up before the world.Sitting at the back door till the daylight returns.Rain falling softly.Jason Isbell playing.Cup of tea in hand.The thing that always struck me about town, compared to the city,is a different kind of quiet.I swear my voice can travel for miles in this town.Like I can hear folkContinue reading “Tree”
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”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 