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].

  • 3 dames

    dressed to the 9’s getting off the train top of the hill rolling on down me & the boys giving the eyes getting nothing back no names no pack drill no loving no nothin’…

  • Dynamic Listening

    Is a way of connecting with people; this section is about helping you to be a dynamic or active listener or encourager and to be a better facilitator to help yourself and friends with…

  • set up

    less than a mile from where lies the house of pain that haunted space i get drawn to return sitting here reading can on the table hidden in my camper amongst the trees half…

  • Roly #2

    walking up the hill feeling my calves scream wondering just wtf is going on? & i see Roly & his girl walking down slow taking in the scenery tho’ what i really see is…

  • One of those nights

    Some lost soul should be playing sad jazz riffs down by the bridge, the street softly wet to reflect neon reds and the yellow of streetlamps. But tonight is none of these, it is…

  • The man who could

    Walking through streets yellowed by catseye lights and rain, thinking of you and what would come next. I was thin then. My bones poked through threadbare gabardine bought second hand but coming from good…

  • to wake to find

    from the tattered remains of a low dream that my love in all it’s endeavours has been useless to breakfast this beaming child has made me a dead man’s case parboiled eggs not quite…

  • forms

    looking along this high street now pedestrianised looking above the shops noting the Georgian architecture hints of Edwardian & the usual 60’s brick remembering this & how it was when i first arrived recognising…

  • Calling out to one another

    I know I’ve known you before in times gone etched in centuries rather than days. long moments passed in terms of kings stone formed by heat now coldered by rains lasting briefly in extinctions…