My name is James and this personal website is an attempt to archive my writing which predominately is (under a loose banner) poetry
I started writing things down at the age of 17 in 1992, initially with no other idea of plan then to keep a record of my thoughts and feelings. Given my growing up experiences it felt like the perfect way to apply some self help therapy
Unsaid – Written Thursday 21st April 2022 (Aged 47)
Unsaid it is unsaid but it is there one of those moments that people share but choices are made long…
Did it Ever Happen? – Written April 2022 (Aged 47)
and he has –
constructed a new life
buying a smile for his wife
teaching the children not to bite
What More Can I Say? – Written Friday 22nd April 2022 (Aged 47)
when i was much younger
i was full of words and things to say
but as the years race by –
the words just seem to fall away
Truth Searches for a Believable Friend – Written Thursday 21st April 2022 (Aged 47)
but unlike left or right,
i remain gloriously bored
if i ever saw the light,
then i definitely pulled the cord
Caught Like Crumbs – Written Wednesday 13th April 2022 (Aged 47)
achievement is unsprung
anxiety is doing a lap of honour
as if it has already won ,
Comfortable Ways of Being Bold – Written Wednesday 11th April 2022 (Aged 47)
i can feel the change –
and i do accept it
i accept it as a begrudging friend g
Fragile Pieces of My Being – Written Wednesday 6th April 2022 (Aged 47)
fragile pieces of my being break off
it happens –
in the wind and rain
and i always run much faster
Echoes of Our Past – Written Monday 4th April 2022 (Aged 47)
houses –
they don’t give up their possessions easily
we are moving house
but how much stuff have we moved?
Cobbles – Written March 2022 (Aged 47)
and as i look out of the window,
i see a light snow dusting,
on cobbles bathed in grey
The Narcissism Epidemic – Written March 2022 (Aged 47)
social media has proved to be fertile ground –
for narcissism
there is an avalanche of opinion
a wealth of spotlight,