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
Ugly Fame – Written Thursday 22nd January 2026 (Aged 50)
but death
is a violent nudge,
a reminder
that something remains.
Standard – Written November 2025 (Aged 50)
The majority of people
have standardised views
standard issue uniforms
All Those Years Ago – Written Monday 17th November 2025 (Aged 50)
I hear it,
turning over and over in my mind,
and we are there,
together,
all those years ago.
Eureka Moments – Written Monday 10th November 2025 (Aged 50)
the world
is full of people
telling me what to say,
what to say,
and even what to feel.
More Days Than This – Written Monday 10th November 2025 (Aged 50)
I need to
wake up,
and stretch
to get going,
and I need to move further forwards.
Everyone Would Like To Be Noticed – Written Monday 10th November 2025 (Aged 50)
I am in life,
and I am on a difficult mountain pass
when my toxicity
became a disease
and then an urgent task.
Telephone Wires – Written Monday 10th November 2025 (Aged 50)
We are not so insecure
that the condiments of our life
taste a little less pure.
Incompetence Is A Daring Muse – Written Monday 10th November 2025 (Aged 50)
Some environments
drip,
with a kind incompetence
that is difficult to believe.
Notions Of Happiness – Written Monday 10th November 2025
when the years were much less,
we would sit around and hope for the future,
suckling on checklists.
Middle Sets – Written Tuesday 21st October 2025 (Aged 50)
“I was always just middle sets —
not the best,
but average…”
