Tumble out of the 9 to 5. Time to kill, but where to go? The pub holds promise, but I need to stay sober. If I can. The underground just keeps going. Loops. All day long. For the price of one ticket. Got time to kill. A cold winter day. It keeps you warm. NoContinue reading “The Subway Loops”
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Back Step
Dinner on the back step,In the late evening sun.Last few moments of daylight,the night is coming on. Spanish chicken, rice and salad,“Doctor’s orders” they say.Ah fuck,I’m older than I’d like to be,But I’m grateful for the day. © Paul Andrew Sneddon
Ayrshire Rain
Ayrshire rain, Steady, Reliable. I’d miss it if it wasn’t there, I’m sure I would. On a cold winter’s night, Falling against the window, Like knocking on the door. Pulling up the duvet, “Leave it out there, Come to bed, baby.” Or in the summer, The sky opens. You don’t want to be caught InContinue reading “Ayrshire Rain”
The Valley Floor
Read the opening Chapter of my short Story You can get the book on Kindle now: https://amzn.eu/d/3bEQapa CORPORATE EXECUTION I get there early; I’ve got a few minutes to kill. My mouth feels dry. I loosen my tie just a little. I watch a fella try to stop people in the street, but no one’sContinue reading “The Valley Floor”
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”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 