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].
  • to grab a hold

    if i think on her now there’s little there to grab a hold where once i was invaded taken over not just in lust but wanting to make her world less ordinary having ideas…

  • man on a hill

    found myself amongst people needing a still plenty of apple cider to share go round no moonshine if the will was there got together to do the finding set about working it all out…

  • Co-dependency

    Co-dependency is: A dysfunctional relationship with ourselves based upon an outer or external dependence, by giving power over our self-esteem to sources outside ourselves. It is properly a dis-ease of lost self: If we…

  • complications

    the jazz mag as we called them found on the street in Rome graphic novel of a vampire with a cock that sucked blood from women from the inside & a whole other catholic…

  • face

    a series of Sunday afternoons dragged along to see the grandparents none of whom it seemed to care much for me only accepting i was there if i stayed silent or went outside to…

  • some mornings

    before you lift your head from the pillow the sadness or is it madness is there blue black behind the eyes finding coffee & drinking water reviewing the night passed the possibility arises this…

  • other doors

    some were open but i could not go through was not welcomed others opened but were not for me if i liked what i saw could not take that home unopen came more often…

  • it’s been a while since

    to be a man go about your day and sweet susan from accounts sashay wafts on by the new intern high heels on long hair in the breeze it’s been a while since that…

  • There’s a Girl in Lymm

    A sweet spring morning, the start of the majorette marching season. (though I didn’t know this yet) I was mooching around, going nowhere, wandering. Wandering streets looking for life, meaning to my Saturday. I’d…