Sitting on the bench, a cool Wednesday morning. Tony could hear the traffic from there. Up and down Dundonald Road, all day long, the world going about its business.Here he was, just like every other day.The smell of flowers and cut grass drifted on the air.Sandwiches wrapped in cling film beside him, next to hisContinue reading “Dominoes”
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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”
Context
**** Trigger Warning **** Contains Swearing Two friends talking about a mutual pal.Someone you can rely on.Says, “Aye, that cunt’s sound.”See two folk on the bus,a few cans to the wind.One shouts to the other,“Why are you acting the cunt?”Crowd trying to stop a couple arguing in the street.“Aye well, she’s a fucking cunt!”She nearlyContinue reading “Context”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 