Ronnie is in his mid 40s and was educated at Monkwearmouth school. He worked as a mental health therapist for 20 years.
“After leaving my professional life behind I decided to focus on myself and had some counselling and in the sessions found myself writing about the past.”
When he was young Ronnie had a traumatic experience where two of his friends were murdered.
“Talking about the horrendous murders that took place and the lads I knew hasn’t been easy to revisit. But the truth never is. It naturally pushed me towards writing.”
“Also, in my youth I made a million bad decisions which resulted in a little holiday in the old mental health unit Cherry Knowles in Ryhope. This was also inspiration behind my writing.”
Earlier this year Ronnie met up with a couple of friends who have been supportive of his work. Two examples are added below. He is now looking to get some of his poems and a short story published.
“My friend has helped a lot with telling my story and I’ve really taken to poetry and bending words, its great fun.”
“This has all started to come together the last few months, I’ve got a couple of great editors working on the short story. The poems haven’t been edited yet.”
“We’ve had some really good feedback but if I’m honest, I think the story was born in Sunderland and I would like it continue to have a North East connection.”
What are your hopes for the work when it is published?
“I’m hoping the overall work of the two books is a positive message. Even when you think you are at rock bottom, believe it or not you can bounce back.”
Alikivi June 2024
This evening by Ronnie James
I wonder the meaning.
As I’m cleaning.
Am I right in believing.
This evening.
Isn’t for thieving.
Its for believing.
My mate knows the meaning of this evening.
Talking goods times and current achievements
Its not for screaming or disbelieving.
Its time for escaping the machining.
And giving the evening a meaning
Mad Matty by Ronnie James
He resided in the bed next to me.
Long jet black crazy curly hair. As if he’d been electrocuted. God knows why he was there we never spoke. Apparently, I heard some horrible violence some staff I heard saying.
He was drugged to the point he couldn’t talk just laugh and giggle. He needed constant attention from staff.
He would sleep under my bed at night.
I’d waken to hear a giggle. I’d look to my left and his bed would be empty. Bastards under my bed. I looked under upside down there he is. Giggling laughing, insanity, crazy eyes, evil. This happened a few times.
I went from trying to be his mate to him hissing like a wild cat at me under my bed to me completely exploding with anger to which either situation me being restrained by 3 or 4 men and Matty getting carted off to where ever.
After a few times of that and other situations 1 day he never came back. Apparently, he hung himself. He never got out the asylum.

















