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].

  • some

    just go no fuss no pain or hate gain & you think on them for the next 10 years while others leave fighting every inch of the whole fucking way & you feel glad…

  • GESTALT

    is an holistic approach to human functioning; the mind, body, emotions and spirit entwined as an interactive whole, constantly working to achieve balance. An individual’s personal growth is encouraged through development of self-awareness and…

  • early morning

    around about 6 70 miles or more before i find your door riding this storm wind & rain rocking me across asphalt pushing this bike from side to side soaked through puddles in boots…

  • sitting in chairs

    those hours caught sitting in chairs opposite strangers talking to counsellors therapists fellow wetbrains to get down to it the nub of me being the first in this line of lunatics self & other…

  • the world keeps

    running high & fast no expectations coming between fences of rich people barred gates guards haunting they see me start looking no problems as long as i keep on running out into the open…

  • NLP

    “If have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of giants” Sir Isaac Newton NLP all started with Richard Bandler and John Grinder, In the 1970’s they became fascinated with therapists, such…

  • kicking up dust

    stomping up the hill from the railway station thinking feeling this used to be easier kicking up dust in 36 degree heat to go so see Bel’ at the Lamb inn i go in…

  • The girl who would from the land of should.

    ‘Ted’ has grown larger now, the two pregnancies so far apart, the toll of relationships in between have all needed eating through. I’ve always known her as Ted. Maybe her absentee father had wanted…

  • Mr. Beattie

    I was four my mother had been gone for more than a year now, I’d endured a children’s home where older boys would piss their beds then make me swap stinky sheets to escape…