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
Can – Written Friday 20th February 2026 (Aged 50)
I sit here,
imagining versions of me —
the ones,
that I know
can never be
Wake Up At Four – Written Wednesday 18th February 2026 (Aged 50)
I know though,
memories are just paper
or parchment,
or fragments of a song,
like long haul trailers
that I haul along.
Jarring – Written Sunday 14th February 2026 (Aged 50)
I wonder,
where does it fit in?
Restlessness
is something
on which I cling.
Talents Elsewhere – Written Sunday 15th February 20265 (Aged 50)
in hallways
that are my age;
in rooms
that are painted
in rage.
The Devil Ate Your Hamburgers – Written February 2026 (Aged 50)
And you cosied up
to the devil
when your evangelical religions
became false.
And now,
Faith and Belief – Written Monday 9th February 2026 (Aged 50)
People place faith,
belief,
and trust
into wicked demons.
Cycle Back – Written Monday 2nd February 2026 (Aged 50)
I close a gate;
step down.
I stop,
I pull down the shutters;
Texture – Written Thursday 22nd January 2026 (Aged 50)
You just sit there,
and you are expected
to absorb the punch;
Tiny Devils – Written January 2026 (Aged 50)
there have to be
other places to go;
places with different spaces,
and people I know.
The Death Of Something – Written January 2026 (Aged 50)
the loss of a time
that felt carefree,
even though
we know that it was not.
