Author & Poet

 









It is often said, "There is a book in all of us." I am sure that is true; it appears in many ways. Some of us become authors & poets, for others, it comes out in their dialogue and ways.

My lived experiences and people I have both met and imagined come to life in my writing (there's a lot of me in there, if only you knew). So, why not dive in and see what you can find? You may also find yourself in these philosophical stories. What places will we journey to, and what adventures will we have?

Find out more about John and his writing here: Amazon profile
Email John at: jebooks2022@gmail.com

Recent writing (2025) tends to be via Substack: https://wellside.substack.com/ 











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