The rain fell steady that night. He opened the window and could feel the moisture in the air. He turned the lights down low and listened as nonfiction drifted out from the speakers. The acoustic guitar, bass and harmonica all drifting in together. He put down his phone and sat on the floor at theContinue reading “Rain and the Black Crowes”
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Three Alarms and a Dream
It’s always interested me when you hear about people getting up at the very early hours for work or self-improvement. I’m more of a night person. I’m sitting here writing this at 2am. It got me thinking about someone really desperate to emulate and join the ‘5am club.’ *** I’m setting three alarms for 5amContinue reading “Three Alarms and a Dream”
The Bridge
** Contains strong language and themes of mortality and violence. ** Section 1 It started here, on this bridge. A December day with the temperature falling. Away from the crowds, the shoppers, the revellers spilling out of the pub. The cold waters of the Kelvin running beneath me: timeless, endless. A police siren sounds asContinue reading “The Bridge”
The Meaning Of Life
Come close,and I’ll tell you—roll up;put your money down. We got all the cash?Okay.Put it out back by the door.Be ready to go. Here we go, everyone—listen close:all will be revealed. The meaning of life is…Ahem: the meaning of life is… Do you know it?What is it?No, really—what is it? I’ve not worked it outContinue reading “The Meaning Of Life”
Pawn Shop Guitar Man
I’m a pawn shop guitar man.They don’t let me in uptown.I don’t get around downtown much either. I’ve been waiting for the bus,but the buses don’t run. It’s okay.It could be worse. I’ve got this guitar. Paint’s a little worn. Six strings.Twenty frets. A universe. Lift it from the case.Start to play. Testifying beneath theContinue reading “Pawn Shop Guitar Man”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 