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].
  • today I’m clean

    came the time for confessions all faces turned to me expecting a stand-up routine I could see my feet not wanting their eyes to meet mine my name is Neil I’ve been a foul…

  • baa! baa! baa! baa!

    drunk lying out on my hillside calling out to the sheep the farmer has moved the flock one field to the next lambs to ewes are calling over & over ewes calling their lambs…

  • right here

    on this thin grey line in a black bound notebook scribbled spider scrawls records of you my thoughts & feelings of climbing the walls no tv no music just sitting staring absorbing the pain…

  • minstrel girl

    she loved me she told this minstrel girl came wandering into my county proficient in guitar able to hold disciplines of time making melodies & lines a pair we became an item for a…

  • playtime

    tell me your fantasies she said all solemn a wink of her eye playful we can explore them have some fun tho’ I shied away talked of having none created the lie not bringing…

  • lodge

    I didn’t get this there at the time she was a trap setter & I failed most of these not knowing the trap had been sprung until I was caught the biggest we were…

  • Colleen

    Colleen lived with an older man in some way I was never able to quite fashion. We called her Hazel because she had white blonde hair like hazel o’ Connor in that film where…

  • Letters I’ve written, never meaning to send #2

    Letters I’ve written, never meaning to send. Unsent letters are letters that are written, addressed but never sent. By not sending the letter and knowing you won’t send it, you can be fully honest…

  • duck my head

    sitting in my room tapping away typing out words from cheap Chinese notebooks paper from behind the bar don’t matter where if the muse comes I’m slinging them down music soft playing to catch…