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Flying

I’m sure I stood here before, in another life.On this stage, back to the drums, these shoes on the hardwood floor, singing this song like it was all I was, all I had.The drums keep the beat like my pulse. I’m thinking of the room where this started.Alone, broke, writing.Sitting alone at the end ofContinue reading “Flying”

2-0

2-0 win, on a Saturday afternoon.Following the game online, or on the radio.Wee man through to tell me the goals Covid.Laying in bed.Or on the couch.A win is just the tonic. Well,That and 2 paracetamol. Last time this happened I had a chest infection, Everyone else was away to the game.2-0 down at half time.We scored 5Continue reading “2-0”

Smile

Smile motherfucker.You are alive.You are travelling.In this moment. Lucky man. Life is messy.Real, Human.Imperfect.Like me.Like you. Smile motherfucker. You are alive. © Paul Andrew Sneddon

Lungs

I woke up one night; I couldn’t breathe.Taste of blood in my mouth, my lung clawing out.I opened the thin windows, tried to jam my face through it.Blue inhaler.Red inhaler.Round and round. I was gasping, sweating. Give me oxygen.Give me life. I felt like a fish on the pier floor:Desperate,gasping,dying. I opened the back doors.TheContinue reading “Lungs”

Ballast Bank Rules

Ballast Bank Rules Part One “How the fuck can you live in Ayrshire and not be into golf?” He took a puff on his vape and filled the car with a mushroom cloud of strawberry vapor. “Christ, Chubs,” moaned Eddie, opening a window from the passenger seat and trying to waft the vape cloud out.Continue reading “Ballast Bank Rules”