writing – Page 5 – Paul Andrew Sneddon

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

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”

Flip the Switch

Sometimes I feel like two people.Surviving the day,then alive on the page. Flip the switch. Words spilling.My soul expanding,my mind on fire. Sparks.Love.Meaning. Could be a song,a riff,a smile. ConnectionLight. Through the alleyways and avenues,or flying high above the city.The beach as the waves crash.A little cottage in the hills. Or here,on the front step.WritingContinue reading “Flip the Switch”

Lucky One

I thought I was at the end: the end of time,the end of life,the end of the line. But I was at the beginning.You’ve got to start somewhere.I started here, started again, down by the water, the river. I thought I hallucinated myself on the water of the Clyde,on a raft, going into the city.IContinue reading “Lucky One”