kilmarnock – Paul Andrew Sneddon

Walking

Walking is good for anxiety. So, I walk. Last night I walked 20 km. I just started, and I kept going. Through the streets, across the park, sun breaking through. Down to the river, few people fishing. Said hello. Kept walking. Through the woods, into town. Past the pubs, bands playing, or karaoke, people everywhere.Continue reading “Walking”

Gibbons Guitar Tone

Walk through town.Tall buildings casting shadowunder the winter sun. Traffic queues up.Someone’s got the window down,making a phone call,and you can hear them half way up the streettelling someonethey need to get creamfor those haemorrhoids. Few folk laughing. Walk past the pub.Looks like a good crowd in.The band is cranking outSharp Dressed Man. I’m eitherContinue reading “Gibbons Guitar Tone”

Number 7

The rain stopped, finally. Folk hurried through the Cross. Shoppers, pub-goers, chasing the sudden sun. Stuart had the guitar. Finding an E chord. A scavenged piece of string tied neck to base for a strap. He had it slung over his shoulder, like it had always been there. People walked by, didn’t pay him anyContinue reading “Number 7”