mental health – Paul Andrew Sneddon

Seen

People walked past her without looking. Someone in the crowd bumped into her and just kept moving. She saw a wee cafe on the corner, pushed the door open and it was scotch pies and soup and warmth. A waitress walked by and smiled. “Hiya, just sit anywhere you like.” She took a seat nearContinue reading “Seen”

Me and the Page

I’m not afraid to tell people that I write.In fact I’m not sure I give a fuck. Sitting around worrying what people will thinkwill hollow you out,steal the light from your eyes. You can’t live that way. You shouldn’t live that way. You are welcome to read.If you like it then great.If you don’t thenContinue reading “Me and the Page”

Big Empty

Doug tore at the guitar string. His fingers were shredded, the guitar fed back. Louder and louder till it was ringing in his ears. He looked at the notebook. Big Empty. He grabbed a glass and knocked back the drink. He was nearly sick as he picked up the bottle and threw it against theContinue reading “Big Empty”

Early Morning Song

I’m going to wake early in the morning. Before the sun. Before the people.Drag myself from my bed. I’m going to drive down to the beach, near where the river meets the sea. I’m going to walk.Feel the cold air.The December rain.The wind in my face. Watch the water breaking on the shore. Listen toContinue reading “Early Morning Song”