Writing Archive

Explore a curated collection of my writing, including psychotherapy insights, short stories, letters, and poetry, all compiled for easy access and reflection.

[a desk lamp, various ink bottles, a blade, an envelope enclosed with a ribbon and a penned letter].

  • ephemera

    couple of years because sometimes a man needs time to do the right things i gave you everything back your photographs your music & songs had them hanging around as reminders of things loved…

  • shopkeeper

    every time & i mean every time i go in say hello buy the wine box bottle of brandy she fails to match the mood a bright hello gets issit now? an even good…

  • late

    Saturday afternoon women drinking sat carefully spaced out along the bar faces tended to painted on two fisted drinking pint & a shot sipping both slow making them last quietly under lashes looking around…

  • stealth kids

    she’s putting laundry away slamming drawers & doors i wince wondering if there is anything she can do quietly the difference between us i tell her later your daddy being white collar mine being…

  • skimmers lament

    the oggin steel grey has gotten all lumpy while years ago 600 below Rich had a cot on top of a rack of four fly by wires on his return sinking a few i…

  • Blocks to Happiness

    chapter 11 Try these questions;Why am I unhappy? Try changing ‘unhappy’ for the word that expresses your bad feelings or the feeling you’d like to change. You need to be as specific as possible…

  • lyme disease

    had wilted my left leg base of spine cluster cutting off the blood supply i had to drag it along resisting the use of a stick feeling not that old yet feeling the hurt…

  • within the frame

    those square puzzles we had as kids plastic a teaser with one square missing we’d have to move the other square pieces within the frame to make up the picture i feel like i’ve…

  • arriving at dawn

    sober if with booze in saddlebags sleepy breakfast their wide eyed kids checking out this new scene we power nap after coffee to ask where’s the day? though we’re overdue they have no plans…