Journal Poems

I’m troubled by life – and then Walt Whitman

I don’t know how know how maintain hope in the face of the onslaught of the news. World news and the micro news of friends in pain. My own pain and loss. I wonder how I can keep going. I can, but I wonder how anyone can – and we do. Just coping day after day? Then I read this…

Art Talk Podcasts

Podcast – Art & Nature

A podcast about art & nature, mostly a personal rumination on a theme, just my need to think out loud. Art, my art, Jackson Pollock, Mark Tobey.


Led to me making a digital image (I would like to do paintings along this line).



A presence that disturbs

Wordsworth, William. 1888. Complete Poetical Works.

“… And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.”