Poem: Life in Three Psychotherapeutic Epsiodes


Our first years pass in Freudian bliss. We are all there is apart from sex, which is all around.  It offers itself from mother, food and everything else. Sadly, the innocent joys of childhood do not linger on into sexless sex-obsessed adolescence, when we slaver like Pavlovian dogs over every unapproachable wet dream that rings… Continue reading Poem: Life in Three Psychotherapeutic Epsiodes