Several summers ago I spent many wonderful hours reading the poems of Robert Frost.  He’s one of those poets, I think, that aren’t revisited enough and I highly recommend it.  But after reading all those poems, I found his rhyming and cadence lodged in my ear.  One day, the first line of a poem popped into my head and no matter how I tried to ignore it (it was nap time, after all), it wouldn’t go away.  What resulted was the poem “Curving Road,” my only serious rhyming poem, and a poem which went on to be the centrepiece of my poetry play as well as the lyric for a classical piece of music for soprano and piano by the new composer, Tasoulla Christou (that was exciting).  I’ve printed it below, in case you’d like to have a look.  But why am I telling you this?  Because the idea of living life on a curving road has become central to my world view, and was a driving force behind founding a non-profit charity arts organization last year with a friend of mine.  And yesterday, the website for “CurvingRoad” (all one word now) went live!  I can’t tell you how exciting it is for us.  Our aim is to find artists in all disciplines — writers, playwrights, photographers, painters, poets, whatever — whose paths towards the developing and nurturing of their art have perhaps been less than straightforward, and launch them when ready into the public eye.  Giving people a chance.  Being that first bit of luck.  It’s been our dream and now, with our website, it’s incredibly real.  Excuse my boasting, but I’m just so thrilled and excited.  Do check us out at www.curvingroad.com.