Is it OCD? Part 1

“The urge to collect is too strong” said Barbara

Then looked around the park to see if she'd been heard

“Will it never end?” she cried

Sobbing she stapled ant number seventy six thousand four hundred and twenty one in to her portfolio

Is it paranoia? Part 1

He cuts his nasal hair

Lying on his back on the floor

Thus preventing spearing his brain through a nostril

If his chair were to collapse mid-trim

A constant fear

Nightfall

I wrote this recently about an incident that occurred 40 odd years ago when I lived on Kelvin Flats.

Nightfall

Night fall
Sand soak memorial

Blown to rust
Our breath catches
The lost brother on the breeze