Sometimes I am inspired to do something rather than head down an icy slope or race motorcycles on the Freeway. No I really don’t that … the motorcycle racing on the freeway I mean.

During the week I visit some less fortunate than me, prisoners in the Massachusetts and New York department of corrections. Their stories and those who visit them is a constant source of inspiration to me. So I pen the odd ode now and again.

If you are completely bored out of your mind and have little else to do but surf the net, then you might as well waste an hour or so on my poetry web site. I can hear you yawning already….. 😉 Click to snooze.