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My Sweetheart Donna Sue has a box of square scrap paper which I have lately found useful for doing acrostic poetry roughs. Today I did three, “Goal Post” successful enough to compel me to add a thumbnail illustration.

Goal Post

GRASP ye Soul and ye shall reaP

O for yodels oleO

As it snows so winter creepS

Leave ’em Loved. Á bientôT

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I like the spareness/economy of “Goal Post” that nonetheless includes (with necessarily enormous gaps) an entire life cycle, even to an optimistic “see you later.”

Here are the other two, which were OK as exercises but less worthy as showpieces.

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Deeper & Deeper

Deployed & then exploiteD

Entangled & ne’er to be freE

Erased & forgot save by ToynbeE

Prepared & embalmed while asleeP

Exacting & final, his starE

Remorseless & in situ & faiR

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Service Surface

Seasons change. Bring on the showerS

Enter fall and maybe flU

River ruined: effluent souR

Vile a’purpose is no gooF

It’s corruption run amok–A

Con concocted here ad hoC

Ethics elsewhere–pad the LockE

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Chastise Complain Confront

CacophoniC story arC

Hiss and boO and make a mark. O

Anatomic Mocking’s fuN

Slapstick Pleases everyone. IF

Taunting Leaves a nasty scaR

It’s coarse for Adolescent par. O

Save us from Indignant shuN

Engage iNstead in kick pass punT

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Since 2007 I have made acrostic poetry my own private playground, but it isn’t all fun and games. At times it’s a lot like trying to sculpt with a sledgehammer, with a shoehorn for a chisel. I have written a handful of these with exact rhyme and meter and (using Excel spreadsheet software) exact number of characters per line. Those were at best stilted and at worst excruciatingly bad as far as cohorence of content went.

My megalomanic goal is to become the best acrostic poet of all time. In furtherance of that goal I periodically create acrostic puzzles of great difficulty and then try to solve them. This time I took three theme-related eight-letter words starting with a C and searched for the trochaic-tetrameter lines that would as nearly possibly rhyme in couplets. To make it work I had to start the next line on the previous line.

I flatter myself to think that thousands of exercises like these have made me a hell of a poet, in a novelty-item sort of way. If not–well, it passes the time, and it’s better than Solitaire.

This morning I retrieved an unused sketchpad from upstairs and began a new page. There were three different-sized things on the dining room table and I used them to make three circles on the page. I sketched face in the uppermost circle intending to draw a world-weary author, female; it evolved into what looks like a slightly feminized version of Roy Thomas of comic-book legend.

At this writing I’ve surrounded the circles with three acrostic poem spines, “Morning Borning,” “Toe Tag” and “Customer Feedback.” Some dark grittiness seems to flavor the draft of “Toe Tag.” (I’ve just finished the ultraviolent and remarkable Cruddy by Lynda Barry, and just watched the quite-violent In a Lonely Place starring Humphrey Bogart. Cruddy paints a gritty, dark picture of a young person’s dysfunctional life; In a Lonely Place paints a gritty, dark picture of a talented, sought-after writer with a maniacal temper. Both were well worth experiencing but at intervals flat-out unenjoyable.)

I will probably try to finish this page as soon as I can and then move on to a new one, more simple, less busy, less dark.

My endeavors as a pencil artist have been fraught with stutterstep start-stopping. It is only when I get stubborn that, rusty and arthritic as I am, I put in enough time on a single drawing to get beyond the teeth-clenching frustration and into some true joy, building tones and feeling the image stir with life.

This drawing was only supposed to take a day or so, but I kept hesitantly scratching at it, almost throwing it away a couple of times. Now the graphite is finally beginning to cooperate, and the path to completion has clarified. Three or four more hours ought to do it, maybe, depending how the erasure phase goes.

Glad to be back yet again. Here’s hoping the next few days see a new, different drawing well started.

Late this evening I completed a draft of the two acrostic poems on this page. I also embellished the textual elements and did more drawing within the two half-moons.

King& Queen

Kumquats @ a B•B•Q

If you mist it — c’est perdu

Now sweet breezes intervene

Getting shut of airs obscene

& reventing shit up spleen

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Mana Wife

Many woes beset us now

As our land resists the plow. I

Need you, dear. Help me un-oaf

As we ask our soles to Loafe

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These are drafts. More stages coming soon!

Captured 21 July 2026

Day after day I’ve told my sweetheart Donna, “I have got to draw today.” And yet I didn’t and didn’t.

Today is different. Marvelously so. I have the above Work In Progress well under way, and pleasant surprises abound with it, and I have high hopes for it. The “King& Queen” acrostic’s rhyme scheme has been solved, rhyming BBQ with C’est Perdu (schoolboy French to the rescue again!) and the first line establishes a bizarre matchup.

Much needs to begin, but as Mary Poppins tells us, “Well Begun is Half Done.”

Cheers, my friends!!

My sweetheart and future cohabitant Donna Sue Atkins has made some lovely beadwork in her day. When I posted some samples of her handiwork, one necklace in particular caught the eye of some of my readers.

See the one next to the heart pretzel on the right? It has a few nifty, cute skulls on it. Donna told me the skulls were expensive. “Darling,” I replied, “I will make you some out of porcelain.”

So I have begun to try, and it is not as easy as I thought it would be. But when I do a few dozen they will start to be cuter and better; and when I make Skull #500 or so they will be necklace-worthy, and I will have learned more about skull anatomy and the manipulation of itty-bitty spheroids of clay. A fun adventure awaits!

my vessel was almost too dry

but it needed a trim job at the foot

so i secured it to the batt with ropes of clay

and trimmed away ticklishly, patiently

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now the trim scrap looks like an artist’s concept

either of the oort cloud or of an electron Shell’s

probability distribution

and i rejoice in my connection

to the minuscule and the vast

Last week I made over a dozen works in progress. This week I endeavor to finish as much of what I started as time allows. It is better to anticipate what I will need before I dive in, so I have surrounded the wheel with my unfinished stuff and added water bucket, needle tool, wire tool, trim tool, metal rib, wood knife and an Arnold Palmer made with herbal prickly pear iced tea. I have also centered about five pounds of clay to make chess-piece heads and other miscellany using Throwing Off the Hump technique. Please wish me luck and skill!