Poems
I’ve been writing poems for over twenty years now. It began as a way to try and cope with the slings and arrows of puberty and sexual awakening. Then it was something I did to try and be different and seem interesting, intellectual and misunderstood. Eventually you realise that writing is a type of addiction, the need to see your own words laid out on the page for you to relive the pain or flow of a moment. Poems seem to cover the white spaces between the lines of a diary in the same way that paintings capture not the object being painted but who the painter was that day. When I look back upon many of the poems I wrote I find them to be jumbled, disorganised, badly structured and painfully self indulgent. However amidst the brick-a-brak there are a few half decent rhymes ….