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”
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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”
Words
I woke up this morning.My head hurt. The room looked a little…There were wordsall over the floor. Were they resting,or were they broken? Were they mineor were they yours? Words I thought could fix thingsmade them worse. I heard them crying last night,or was that you? Pulling the words closer for comfort.But they slipped away,likeContinue reading “Words”
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”
Long Walk Home
Part 4 of Rock and Roll is Dead Across town, that same noise sounded like a hammer to his headas Hubie got back to his dressing room. He picked up the open bottle of champagne and took a swig.The door behind him opened. “Thirty minutes to the meet andgreet.” Hubie threw the bottle at theContinue reading “Long Walk Home”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 