Sketchy Sunday, 02-14-2026

Happy Valentine's Day weekend to all. Herewith an appropriate flashback to a 1987 attempt to pair a poem of mine with graphics. I've shared it here before but it seems to lend itself to reposting for the occasion:

Sketchy Sunday, 02-08-2026

 It's two for the price of one this week, a poem. "One More Saturday Nite" and an illustration, "Finding The Path." A sort of poetic and graphic Sunday Funnies combo. I hope you enjoy them.

Dear Whoever,

One more Saturday night. Everyone seems to have something urgent to do: people to see, family oblongations, birthdays, dances, performances, shopping, dinner out, snipe hunting, nit-picking, etc., etc. 

We stare at the TV wishing someone would  pay off our plastic debt, someone with a big heart & a wallet to match.

We thank the Great Spirit or whoever is dishing out this great life. It’s especially nice to have this quiet night & a glass of whatever ales us. 

After we recharge our batteries, we’ll attack our enemies in a passive-aggressive frenzy & vanquish our foes, even if they exist only in our imaginations.

We are keeping in mind  all past good counsel. We lard our pantry with bacon, lettuce, tomato, avocado, mayo, good bread, cheese & vino. 

This neighborhood is OK but seems to include a lot of general strife & frequent warfare. We give thanks that Coyote keeps playing his tricks, but wish he’d take a break sometimes. 

We would welcome blessings from The Powers That Be  (if only they cared!). 

We know the end is near but hope it will be long, peaceful & gentle & bathed in golden light. Or so quick we’ll hardly know it’s happened.

Hoping you are the same.

Sincerely,

Mr. & Mrs. Ebson Everyperson

Bob Loomis

12-08-2012 / 02-05-2026

Sketchy Sunday, 02-01-2026

What Brown Can Do. Markers on cardboard, 9.5"X11". I'm tempted to add another color but refraining for now. Thanks for looking!

Sketchy Sunday, 01-25-2026

"Map #1" from 2024, paired with a hay-na-ku poem, "Patchwork" from somewhat less recently. I hope you like them:

I have

in my own

way

threaded my

own needle, sewn

my

own oats

wild or not

stayed

in my own

groove

(not to

say stuck I

hope)

though lately

there is a

certain

sameness to

it all, given

a

definite aging

that for the

present

seems to

continue pretty nicely

overall

considering how

much patchwork life

requires

Sketchy Sunday, 01-18-2026

From around 1965, a very elevated period of my life. I was young and full of energy, working as a  reporter at the Concord Transcript and writing poetry. Herewith, an example of my poetry in those days along with an early sketch. Enjoy!

DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR!

Somebody call me a doctor!

I think I have a malady!

And besides, I always

wanted to be

a doctor.

HELP!

SOMEBODY CALL ME A DOCTOR! 

Sketchy Sunday, 01-11-2026

RIP Bob Weir ... guess this one's appropriate to the era we came up in with its reference to Wavy (Hugh Romney) ... 

Sketchy Sunday, January 4, 2026

 Tablecloths Memo 

These papers must be kept intact at all costs ... very important! ... very im - POR - tant! ... no other strength ... no stranger strength ... lift up your voices and SING! ... no stronger strains ... no better refrains ... fragments of oilcloth ... kitchen tables distantly past ... sounds of wet dishcloths swiped back and forth across soiled  surfaces of tablecloths of yore ... tablecloths of yours ... diving into distant past leap by synaptic leap ... in a nano-instant ... must be kept intact! ... im - POR - tant! ... fragile as old photos ... do not fold, bend or mutilate ... IM -POR - TANT!