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
Grab a Poem – Written Tuesday 23rd December 2025 (Aged 50)
I had a thought
and it ran down a hill,
caught as it was
in a ball.
Feel You Here – Written December 2025 (Aged 50)
I feel you close by
as your memory
opens up traps in my eyes.
Softly Sprung – Written December 2025 (Aged 50)
Is my love an anarchist,
but longing for a steady rule?
Am I off the field of play,
or am I on the ball?
The Hundred Year Culture Wars – Written Monday 22nd December 2025 (Aged 50)
Maybe
it’s because
there are significant holes
in our boats.
Good To Go – Written December 2025 (Aged 50)
People share me out…
people wear me out…
people share me out…
People… – Written Thursday 18th December 2025 (Aged 50)
They tell lies to themselves,
like lies
are not for anybody else.
Living In a Winters Day – Written Monday 1st December 2025 (Aged 50)
Others
blindly fight for a tabloid cause.
We are left wondering
what lies behind those doors.
Longer, Harder Softer – Written Monday 1st December 2025 (Aged 50)
but I have never known how you feel,
or even felt.
To me, with you,
there was always something
that could never melt.
Glitter In a Gale – Written Tuesday 25th November 2025 (Aged 50)
So,
yes,
I did,
I ran away to the circus.
And do you know what?
I felt consumed by the big top.
Soup – Written Thursday 18th December 2025 (Aged 50)
And sometimes,
when I think winter is not looking,
I take a peek,
because it’s the warmth I seek.
