This is speaking figuratively of course.

She’s completely ignored me for the last four weeks. She won’t return any of my calls or texts, walking past me as if I’ve never existed at school. Every time she criticises me in front of her friends, I die a little inside. Each new day, the rot goes deeper, further into my soul.

A short “early days” rhyme for my granddaughter, now living in Oz.

Haiku about the joy of rain.

Despair, redemption, and hermit crabs…

The last short part of a bored 40-something’s life as he tries to give it some value.

A light hearted look at how we use euphemisms and how they might cause misunderstandings.