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”
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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”
Guitar Shop Blues
Part 5 of Rock and Roll is Dead Matty turned off the news report from the Riverside Dome and sat looking at the line of guitars on the wall. This was like a teenage dream come true. First week at the guitar shop. He had already sold a couple since starting on Monday. He pulledContinue reading “Guitar Shop Blues”
Top Five
I was bored one day. Writing lists:Top 5 songs.Top 5 taxi rides.Top 5 bars.Top 5 boozy nights I can remember… Top 5 places I woke up. At the bar:As the light stole in,Like a thief.Her smiling,We need to get out of here. In her bed:Ayrshire Rain at the window,Our bodies tangled.Under the covers.Never want toContinue reading “Top Five”
The Edge of the Volcano
Sometimes I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a volcano. The silence of the night. Weighs you down. Sometimes it makes it hard to breathe. I felt like if you whispered then the whole world would hear. But you knew it couldn’t be true. Could it? I watched the cold, steady rain fallContinue reading “The Edge of the Volcano”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 