This was written a while ago when I was feeling a bit down. Enjoy! every day i give a tiny piece of my heart to you, but you only trample it under your ignorant feet. every day i show a bit of my soul to you, and your eyes look but don’t see. everyday… Read more »
Posts Tagged: scribbles
The retired violinist
This is a poem that was a product of a writing workshop hosted by author for adults and children, Philip Gross. We were asked to take one postcard from a wide selection of postcards and to then write a short poem. I chose one of an old man sitting in a flat, playing a violin…. Read more »
Am I a grammar Nazi?
I recently considered the question after being called one in a facebook post by a stranger: Am I a grammar Nazi? Do I get irritated by people’s bad grammar? Hell, yes! Do I cringe and feel my intestines twist and knot at the sight? Only in extreme cases. But then thought, is it a bad… Read more »
