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].

  • for a little while

    he’s asking what happened? ah we fell apart (i try) wanted different things meaning? she wanted another man & i didn’t want her to go that way being a prick he says next &…

  • might’ve beens

    these regrets come to haunt those maybe’s ifs might’ve beens i’d be a rich man given a penny for the times the blues tried to hang on rattling through memories loves gone wrong misunderstands…

  • had

    do you love me? she’d ask always late at night & drunk vodka bottle half gone i’d say yes of course any point of reason done she never asked sober having the truth already…

  • A recurring memory

    A recurring memory, I must have been in my middle twenties: walking home at 5am in shadowed half light of early summer and catching sight of my white, ghostly face in some store window.…

  • Chapter 10: How to make love stay

    How to make love stay; A bit of a guide for happiness and possibly, long term Loving. Long Term Love shows us the importance of being understood and accepted as we are, reminding us…

  • too far

    carrying this stone of concrete & loss never having the words to tell you how much you cost keeping me stuck in the loneliness of not being heard no ears around to listen while…

  • call it love

    we could call it love for the woman i was with but lust don’t work like that she was throwing looks across the room to stoke a lit fire i got to the bar…

  • according to her wiles

    she believes her own stories now after telling them for so long making strong the weaker parts of her narrative we the audience are no longer necessary or even needed except on low days…

  • the carpet man

    out on his visits she’s leaning in slow gin if you know what i mean are you listening? took the time listen to Bonamassa loved the fretwork sounds melody that rhythm picked up her…