Stains the Paper

Mr. L finds writing verse incredibly relaxing - even if he has no pretentions as to the quality of his poetry.

He says, "I wouldn't call myself a poet - I just write. My mind races so fast it's hard to keep up with it, so I've found a way of filtering out some of the mess in my head.

"It goes down my neck, across my shoulders, down my arms and out my fingertips, into ink, and then it stains the paper and I can burn it and it's gone