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
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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”
2-0
2-0 win, on a Saturday afternoon.Following the game online, or on the radio.Wee man through to tell me the goals Covid.Laying in bed.Or on the couch.A win is just the tonic. Well,That and 2 paracetamol. Last time this happened I had a chest infection, Everyone else was away to the game.2-0 down at half time.We scored 5Continue reading “2-0”
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
Paul Andrew Sneddon 