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I’ve got a little Park20W amp.It sits under a tablein the bedroom. I’ve owned it for 30 years,and still some days,when the rain tumbles downand my feet can’t get on the ground,I unwrap the wire,I plug it in. I unspool the guitar leadand plug it into my guitar,full of soul. I turn the volume up,makeContinue reading “Home”

The Guitar

The room silent.Cold.Rain falling on the window I don’t mind the rain.I don’t mind the darknessIt’s the silence that kills meMy guitar by my chair.20 frets6 stringsLifeI’m stumbling down the fretboard. C, B, A minor. My mind spinning and tripping, thoughts rushing The notes dipping down And soaring back up to FAnd GMy spirit followingContinue reading “The Guitar”