My wife Erin gifted me with an Alan Watts book a few years ago titled The Wisdom of Insecurity. Originally published in 1951, some of the language and ideas haven’t aged well (I mean, what can anyone expect from a man who died nearly fifty years ago?) But most of…
A free verse poem

Here you are,
becoming,
though I know not your origin,
you are arriving all the same,
unsure, nebulous,
and yet, as you are seen,
you are strung across this field of nothing,
painting in scribbles
that become ideas
that must be reshaped
and sheared
as creation must yield to composition,
knowing…