...Only insomuchas to say they follow my natural chronology. There could be some that figure earlier in that timescale. I had destroyed much early stuff (not without good cause) and as my writing only restarted around 2017/18 - when I wrote much about earlier times - thence it is almost more retrospective until we get to the present.
Confusing?, yes, me?, again yes. Hopefully the flavours do follow pertinent tastes, for example from Who's Turn to Blueprint involves my 1970s bedsit lives. I loved those times (all the others too) driving round in a succession of Morris Minor cars, helping people move from bedsit to bedsit, taking people to sea and countryside.
Towards the end we come to what might consitiute actual love poetry. A horrid subject where the most loathsome, squirming crap and schmaltz lurks. Not least the 'cathartic' break up shoyte. How could they be so cruel? You got off lightly, mate...