From grief to celebration and loss to love, no topic is overlooked as Anderson taps into his deep pool of experiences to share his provoking thoughts.

In one such poem about affection, Anderson writes, “She means more than fresh air; she’s more than a simple breeze // She’s my lungs; as she inhales and she exhales, I breathe // Her warmth heats my passion, and I ignite the sun // Melting icebergs in boiling oceans and // melting candle wax, watch it run // Under heavy cloud covers, come the wet and the rain // Splashing and dripping…she’s calling my name // Does the sun ever set; does the moon ever rise // I have not taken notice; she has engulfed my eyes // Love is like the air; it can’t be seen // It can be felt but not touched like an X-rated dream // Hearts racing, bodies trembling, a hot shower and mirrors steamed // She is my hot cup of coffee with extra sugar and more cream // Life isn’t always as life cares to seem // Passion and love are not illusions; time lost // without them cannot be redeemed // She means more than fresh air; she’s more than a simple breeze // She is my lungs; as she inhales and she exhales, I breathe.”