Run my hands through the earth, The dirt between my fingers,The rain finally stops falling, The wind drifting through the trees. My voice travelling across the valley, My feet planted in the ground. My coat smells like vape, The rush of the city, Running in my veins, People rushing, traffic, noise, shouting, anger, hands, grabbing, reaching. Stop. Open my eyes. Breathe in, The trees swaying in the breeze. Breathe out, TheContinue reading “I Am Here”
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The Subway Loops
Tumble out of the 9 to 5. Time to kill, but where to go? The pub holds promise, but I need to stay sober. If I can. The underground just keeps going. Loops. All day long. For the price of one ticket. Got time to kill. A cold winter day. It keeps you warm. NoContinue reading “The Subway Loops”
Back Step
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
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”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 