It is in little moments That life is best lived, Like the one of the father Taking time to play checkers With his son,

Writing & reading poetry Is delicious, Like smelling & eating Mom’s Apple pie without the dishes, What is life for but

Plants gets their food from the su… In a process called photosynthesis… No need to get grocery shopping, To be green has its perks, To the plant, the Sun is God,

Sometimes life is so utterly delic… Out of it I want to take a bite Rip it into stitches, Sometimes I want To take flight,

Human beings are fickle, Sometimes we want ice-cream, Sometimes a pickle, At times in winter we are cold, In summer hot,

Passwords I hate, I loathe with my entire being, Just the thought of having To create another password, Make me cringe,

New poets struggle with the weight Of the world, New poets feel invisable, They curl up in a ball & feel like giving up all;

Obituaries are dark curiousities, I hope I’m not in there, In black & white, Not yet I conceed, Death Notices are morbid, macabre…

Love is neither a color Or lack thereof, Love is not a belief or lack there… It is not wrapped in beauty or ugl… It is not male nor female,

To honour one’s predecessors, Is deserving & kind, Especially ones of the same name So fine, James Dickey writes 'Deliverance’

“Willie’s in the corner!” My mother lets me know, Willie wants to get out, Or so he thinks so, “Willie don’t bite the curtains”

Am I a Girl or a guy? I ask myself this question All the time, So If you ask why I will not be offended,

Call me nothing, Call me up again, Just call me “Stormy Dan” I run from you, You chase me down again,

I’m finding my way Back to Dickie street, The land my great-grandfather John Boyd Dickie, Bequeathed to the city of Trenton…

Our sickness, illness disease Our stumbling blocks, Our unrest, Is God’s method His test Our souls are both