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
saw a photograph
of mum and dad together
dad’s jacket was all wet
at that time, it was due to the weather
read more Me in the Middle – Written Sunday 27th June 2020 (Aged 45)
they vote for more of the same
conservatives,
and conservatism once again
read more More of the Same (Originally Untitled and Unfinished) – Written December 2016 (Aged 41)
”i am not a racist, but…”
why is it that nationalism
only comes with paper cuts
read more Paper Cuts (Originally Untitled) – Written December 2016 (Aged 41)
self medication
for too many
is a current situation
read more Self Medication (Originally Untitled) – Writtend December 2016 (Aged 41)
when chase –
was a case –
and it paid a medication bill
read more Changes Are Firing (Originally Untitled) – Written December 2016 (Aged 41)
vulnerable young men
fall into the jaws –
of the right
i looked after people
—- when the hoopla stall
had caught its final ring
—- and i realised we are easily flung
——– onto the fates to which we cling
read more Smoke Stains on Net Curtains – Written Sunday 27th June 2020 (Aged 45)
she did still find part of something
she offered her own apologies
i felt they were not needed
for cloaked upon my frame
were textiles of guilt and shame
read more She Had Been My Tide – Written Saturday 27th June 2020 (Aged 45)
i realised today
that grief,
is not, ‘one size fits all’
that loss,
is not a common call
read more The Grief (Originally Untitled) – Written February 2017 (Aged 42)
i am sad and i was sad,
because they are no longer here
but sad also for their life
mother, daughter, sister –
too often a wife
