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
it lays down crying
the relationship that you knew
disappears like an old friend b
read more It Lays Down Crying (Originally Untitled) – Written Friday 1st September 2000 (Aged 25)
younger days like a tall ship
i will sail with a cargo of junk
you hold onto me
and we are already sunkvcv
read more Grasp (Originally Untitled) – Written Friday 1st September 2000 (Aged 25)
think you are special
you make me feel special
not just a cheap swim
in my shallow ego,
it is such a deep thing
read more Special – Written Friday 1st September 2000 (Aged 25)
the palace of malice is no devil to me
it is a special place
where dreams are free
read more Set in Stone – Written Friday 1st September 2000 (Aged 25)
sitting here,
counting minutes on the wall
i am in a room of paradox
and i can see down the hall
mend me,
i feel broken
read more Mend Me (Originally Untitled) – Written Friday 1st September 2000 (Aged 25)
no one has got it figured out just yet
i am mess but a sure bet
none has sat down and drawn the plan
like an artist,
i am drawn to your hands
read more No One Has Got Figured Out Just Yet – Written Friday 1st September 2000 (Aged 25)
i sign pieces of paper
and it does come down to that
name and date,
pages two and eight, front and back
read more The Memory Jar – Written Friday 24th April 2020 (Aged 45)
childlike experiences
have left gaps and holes
they break the connections –
and limit life goals
read more Time Spent in the Shed – Written Thursday 23rd April 2020 (Aged 45)
this world today –
as we experience it –
is now an –
expose of our privilege
read more Expose of Our Privilege – Written Thursday 16th April 2020 (Aged 45)
