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
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…”
Let Go Of The Chain – Written September 2025 (Aged 50)
Let go of the chain,
but even then
I am entangled,
like everything is just too tight.
Play Pretend – Written Thursday 11th September 2025 (Aged 50)
But on my own,
the crowds — all the crowds —
they just leave me feeling alone.
A Long Lost Bed – Thursday 11th September 2025 (Aged 50)
The constant noise,
a buzz, a hum,
I am sure that we all have one.
Empire Children – Written September 2025 (Aged 50)
In the late Victorian era –
and in the early part of the 20th century
they built schools,
and they had wooden desks
