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].

  • Comfort in the stars

    Comfort in the stars… Awake before dawn. Awake as mist once clinging to colder stones eases away from night. Awake and recognising smaller stones as unfriends that dug gently during this colder dark to…

  • awhile

    nothing caught held me close going through my days people places smokey rooms watching for something might help me feel girls women the booze such is memory all i remember is the waiting for…

  • deep in her voice

    we were young then always the best ever excuse where nothing is fixed told her i’d be leaving caught the uncare deep in her voice the laughter of disbelief thinking i had no choice…

  • the lights

    of my new frontiers where people there wanted me here offered love wanted & to call me friend this other world some days the shadows come corner of eyes flutter in the ether half…

  • Ian

    Uncle Ian, been putting this off for some time as i don’t think of you much. or is it: i don’t think much of you? you’re the kind of cop gives the name for…

  • this exile

    never quite understood visiting back there looking for something to find might make me stay on that older land never realising for a long time the death hand they’d birthed me with spat me…

  • not cryin’

    he says low pouring another shot tipping that back i’d like to say the sorries but i know if i did she’d take it & run tell everyone the loser said sorry & i’m…

  • sweet jane

    standing on the corner waiting for your latest man i knew you when sweetheart mother 2 kids & your long-term working husband you the stay-at-home wife you gave all that up for a back-alley…

  • Mandy

    Dear Mandy, when we first met you didn’t register much: just the younger sister of a girlfriend, a girlfriend who became one of my better friends. the age difference back then meant more than…