I have been trying – as usual – to do too many things at once. Not only did I launch into the blogging challenge I also took on an introduction to digital story telling. I came across the shared gem – and decided it was very much worth sharing here.

The author Natasa Bozic Grojic says My poem is called Stop Drilling. It has nothing to do with practicing boring grammar in class:) You see, I live in a flat and two years ago one of my neighbours decided to redecorate his flat. He kept drilling and knocking down walls. Finally, I learnt how to sleep through the noise, but the silence would always wake me up. The poem got completely out of control. It rebelled on me and decided to turn itself into something completely different