Monthly Archives: August 2014

I’m left-handed, but every seven years or so I do a right-handed drawing. It builds character. It also gives one more empathy with people who have cerebral palsy or Parkinson’s or any other disorder that countermands a brain’s instructions to the body.

Here is the page:


Here are the words:

The DNA [or ancestry] lacks DAR [Daughters of the American Revolution]
It fits the life curves like a sari
Gave a sculpted bird a wing
Hit a drive like Vijay Singh
Thrashed that NMSQT
Yet another mystery

Vijay Singh is a pro golfer. The NMSQT is the National Merit Scholarship Qualifying Test, which I took in 1971 and achieved a raw score of 147, highest in Glendale High School’s Class of 1972. I did not become a Merit Scholar, though. [sad face]


lovefalling syndrome

it is called falling in love

could be a lagoon to swandive into

could be the fall from single-celled grace

could be a meteor

burning through sky


could be a rumor

delicious enough

to take on reality


could be

a season

that sought balance

not hot nor cold







off a

















Here is an unsigned, undated page I did a few years back. It is almost entirely of Richard Feynman quotations, though I do acrosticize the question/word Truth? with “cut and dried? without a doubt? straight from the horse’s mouth? undeniable? forsooth? aye & begorrah?” because if Professor Feynman taught me one thing, it is that Doubt is essential for seekers of Truth.


The quotations:

“Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars–mere globs of gas atoms. Nothing is ‘mere.’ I too can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more? The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination–stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one-million-year-old light. A vast pattern–“

“For a successful technology, reality must take precedence over public relations, for Nature cannot be fooled.”

“Science alone of all the subjects contains within itself the lesson of the danger of belief in the infallibility of the greatest teachers in the preceding generation . . . Learn from science that you must doubt the experts.”

“I can live with doubt and uncertainty and not knowing. I think it is much more interesting to live not knowing than to have answers that might be wrong.”

“Shut up and calculate!”

“Physics is like sex. Sure, it may give some practical results, but that’s not why we do it.”

“Listen, buddy, if I could tell you in a minute what I did, it wouldn’t be worth the Nobel Prize.”


Why are we INtrigued? Because something is left OUT. Know all–no intrigue.

Fortunately for this poet/artist, the double acrostic form necessitates leaving a lot out, especially if there’s a rhyme scheme and meter to follow. If the words puzzle you, think of them as a dream, or a labyrinth escaped.

Intelligence at random yields a kaftanned kangaroo
Neuropathy may be purposeful and blind a looky-lou
Theology makes room for both with concepts to concoct
Retention of tradition hostilizing home & bloc
In English we say What the F___ but others start with shto
Gee willikers: your OMGs resist with every ohm
Upanishady dealings bid us base desires encase
E-stringing us along an index finger on a bass

Today brought the devastating news that M. Sharon Mac Ewan, whom I met online through the social medium Eons under her username shadowmac, has died. I am doing the typical chicken-with-head-cut-off irrational things some of us do just after we get bad news like this. My office/workroom is in major disarray far beyond the usual as I’ve been looking for the portrait I did of Sharon and her mother. I have not been able to find it, though I did find this, which I may have posted on this blog before:

shadowmac et al

It is specific to Sharon in that a flamingo figures prominently. Her avatar as shadowmac was a flamingo.

I hope a future post, or an edit of this one, will include the portrait. I’d also like it to include a poem I wrote about missing her, “shadowlack.” but I can’t find that either. Times like these make me self-loathe for being so badly organized.

While I was looking, though, I found this page. It has nothing to do with Sharon, but it may serve as an odd analogy for the loss of her. For me loss of her is a loss of a little sliver of my identity. I did not ever get to meet her in person, and now I never will, unless there is more to reality than I think. This page is about loss, or devaluation, of self. The double acrostic is “less than a shadow.”


Laminate-badged America
Extracts/distills/grids identities
Slide/present/insert to get through
Soulless numbers-running miasma
Takes a life and renders it freeze-dried
Hinders perception to near zero
And devalues bowl and sparrow

I will close with new words about my lost friend:

farewell shadowmac
may your soul be borne aloft
on flamingo wings

001Emit, O chi, & radiate
Net Worth w/dazzle Wealth w/gleam
Extend undark–unhinge a gate
Renounce complacency & grr
Get urgency w/every erg
You’ll do so well you’ll spawn a meme

In honor of my transgendered friends in San Diego, I transgendered my image’s protagonist. She was at first a balding, graying, self-lacking dude. Now she’s jittery but alive.


Back in Aught-Eight, I did a quintuple acrostic that was the equivalent of a hole in one in golf, or a Royal Flush in poker. And, joy of joys, the acrostic itself listed the five cards that a Royal Flush has, in numerical order: Ten, Jack, Queen, King, Ace. Ever since I started this blog, I’ve wanted to feature that acrostic–but I couldn’t find it…till today. Here it is:


Transcription: “The jonquill’d koala embraces seek/find sync now knowing–glee.” Ten words. Quintuple acrostic. Hole in one; royal flush.

To celebrate, today I did another, more literal Royal Flush, thus:



Rarities are wondrous stuff
Olallaberry with falafel
Yes, iffy thens uneff a snafu
A fine evolvement fair unscuffs us
Lufthansa, loft that fluffy loofah

Final thought: Nothing that has already happened is improbable.

Here is an acrostic unique in that the right-side letters are in reverse. Visually, the challenge was to unreverse them while retaining readability.


Undivided Intention

UNHIDE, O hearts, agendas, smiles and sun
Neuronic contradictions stilt us so
Deliverance may come with simple “hi
I see you and I’m glad.” to be direct
Veer not, fear not, and give the vibe a listen
It’s true that honesty may bring POLICE
Demonstrativeness has its DEMON, bent
Encapsulatingly on drops that glisten
Do not be cowed, though. T R U T H will dot your I