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
Municipal Parks – Written June 2026 (Aged 51)
Others
have put on a brown coat
and barely
managed to look after the shop.
Silly – Written June 2026 (Aged 51)
I know,
I am a silly man,
or a silly boy,
with silly eyes
and silly plans.
The Swings – Written Wednesday 10th June 2026 (Aged 51)
The Swings Here we go,I am sat on the swings.The other adultshang onto the roundaboutor,more often than not,the slide.But then,they…
Volume Turned Up – Written Wednesday 10th June 2026 (Aged 51)
and political spectrums
shed no light.
The hills are a range
which stretch from left to right.
Bits That Had Fallen Down – Written Thursday 4th June 2026 (Aged 51)
I slowly built up
the bits that had fallen down.
The World Feels Different To Me – Written May 2026 (Aged 51)
The world
feels different to me,
so much different
from when,
as a child,
Days and Nights – Written Tuesday 26th May 2026
Feel strange,
and strangely caught
by so many different lights.
All The Buildings I Tore Down – Written Thursday 21st May 2026 (Aged 51)
I live,
with the buildings I tore down.
I live…
I live with the decisions I have made
Buried Deep In a Cuddle – Written Thursday 21st May 2026 (Aged 51)
Because my trauma upbringing
finds itself
in a form of free‑flowing rain
Safe In The Tumble Down House – Written Thursday 21st May 2026
Safe in the tumble down house,
with the cracked wooden unit,
as Wake Up Little Suzy plays on a forgotten stereo.
