RAVEN MACK is a mystic poet-philosopher-artist of the Greater Appalachian unorthodox tradition. He does have an amazing PATREON, but also *normal* ARTIST WEBSITE too.

Thursday, August 31


#1: making absolute/most of abstract least - trained to/feel like lesser than
#2: identity built/off dollars spent, off dollars/known, off dollars waste
#3: scribbling gibberish/to keep the failure demons/from conquering heart
#4: I am idiot/- beautiful, ridiculous,/perfect idiot
#5: finance is foreign/language - I'm learning slowly/but not that fluent
#6: the Shit Talk of Earth/Folk is my native language/easily spoken
#7: never understood/numbers; never understood/civilized abstracts
#8: give me the perfect/chaos of woods, rust, mud, river,/decay, abandon
#9: wild and wonderful/Greater Appalachian free/bird psychology
#10: when I die, numbers/won't change - still just one useless/halfway-feral fuck


#1: t0t4l & c0mpl3t3/d1ss4t1sf4ct10n w1th l1f3/SHUT UP! KEEP WORKING

#2: n0 4ss, n0 l4Vght3r/n0 c0mr4d3s t0 cr0wd 4r0Vnd/& c0nsp1r3 pl34sVr3
#3: SHUT UP! KEEP WORKING!/th1s l1f3 1s w0rk, Vnt1l d34th/(h0p3fVllY d3bt-fr33)
#4: t00 s1mpl3 t0 th1nk/4s c0mpl3x 4s p0l1t1cs/g4m3 0f 0ff1c3 ch41rs
#5: st3r1l1z3d wh1t3n3ss/cr33ps 1n cl0ser, wh1sp3r1ng/1ts f4ls3 pr0m1s3s
#6: "table that for now"/m33t1ngs 34t 4w4y th3 d4z3/d4ys 4t3 4w4y f4st
#7: 1f pr3m0n1t10n/0f d34th, h0p3 l4st h34rd w0rds 41n't/SHUT UP! KEEP WORKING!
#8: br41n c4lcVl4t1ng/0bl1g4t10ns wh1l3 h34rt f33ls/th3 d4t4 1s wr0ng
#9: SHUT UP! KEEP WORKING!/w3ll-tr41n3d br41n 3xpl41ns - r3fr41ns/SHUT UP! KEEP WORKING!
#10: bl00d d0n't w4nn4 k33p/c1rcVl4t1ng w4st3fVlly/SHUT UP! KEEP WORKING!


#1: deeply in need of/forest bath - smell too much like/civilization
#2: exit interview/with squawking mockingbirds at/edge of developed
#3: humane feet silenced/by lack of shoes allows for/feeling each step true
#4: naked in nature/afraid of manmade laws more than/feral predators
#5: most dangerous force/in nature remains people/- our own worst devil
#6: decompress myself/to symphony of insects,/birds, frogs, plus unknowns
#7: even out here (though)/distant buzz of machines from/sky, rail, or highway
#8: resisting "resource"/thinking single breath at a/time - simplify mind
#9: "simple" as insult/- programmed by culture to think/complicated's good
#10: culture is poison/unless fermented with full/feral biosphere


vi muchos DVDs de
pelea de gallos en
el mercado de pulgas


getting to work at sunrise,
before all the assholes have
arisen, arrived, assailed


dreams of custom coach lifestyle
replaced by compound truths and
dilapidated campers

Wednesday, August 30

Tuesday, August 29

Sunday, August 27

Thursday, August 24

S0M3 D4YS H0PP1NG TH3 TR41N S33MS...

some days hopping the train seems
right, then other days stepping
out in front of it feels best

T0B4CC0 P1P3S F1SH1NG B41T...

"tobacco" pipes, fishing bait,
and buck knives, plus high fructose
dead honeybee drinks galore

Wednesday, August 23

4S3XV4L 4N1MVS...

asexual animus,
with faults individual
as well as societal


I reckon my Meccan revelations will come 
walking along Rivanna subdivision tracks, 
thoughts pointed east, boots tapping boom bap, heartbeat drum 
synchronized to river crows cawwing as freight stacks 

clack-clack past. I reckon my Meccan most divine 
inspirations will come somewhere between Gladstone 
and Bremo, perhaps that milepost sixty-nine 
near Strathmore yard, crossing over to be alone 

on those solitary Seven Islands, soaking 
up Universal truth at my sub-atomic 
level, drunk of heart off mystical love cloaking 
mundane existence with fractal astro-logic 

adding magnificence to senseful solitude. 
My Meccan revelations are James River viewed. 


iconoclast archetype
creating rusted icons
where no one has yet to look

TH3 R04D G03S 0N F0R3V3R...

"the road goes on forever"
stuck on repeat inside head
as bath salt guy sweats badly

Tuesday, August 22


chemical infrastructure
hovering menacingly
over collective future

[2k=0] Alone In The Crowd (Trying Not To Be A Glass Shard Person)

(say "word")

Broken people, likely out of learned survival skill, are very good at pretending nothing is happening. It’s that ironic “It’s all good!” or “It is what it is…” after they just told you about some horrible, wretched hardship or trauma they’ve endured, and are still standing, at least physically. The psychic (metaphysical, psychological, perhaps even neurological once science catches up – if it ever does) realm they perhaps are not standing so straight in though. But generally if you are from broken people, you know the edges are sharp, and we rub each other in ugly and painful ways, pretty consistently, and nobody ever really wants to take responsibility for their ugliness and the pain they’ve caused. A lot of broken people (think of them as sigils made of glass shards) tend to think of themselves as victims themselves, from a previous generation’s ugliness and pain, and the shit just compounds, both in unseen genetics as well as physical environment – a one-two double psychic dropkick that gives the next generation a pretty good traumatic shot to the soul, either in large horrible events, or the slow accumulation of instability and chaos.
When you come from broken glass shard people, there is a likelihood to some extent you will also become a broken glass shard person. It’s not set in stone (it’s glass, remember?) but that path is certainly laid out for you. Not becoming that type of person is really a crap shoot, to be honest. Self-medication, self-hatred, or that hatred being channeled outward to others are all fairly easy redirects of this negative energy that occur regularly in our late capitalist American culture. Two of the prominent news trends of the past few weeks have directly related to broken glass shard people, seen as white by racial constructs: opioid epidemics, and white supremacy/nationalism/neo-Nazis.
(As an aside, being this is the internet, which seems to be a medium for manufacturing hate at all levels, I want to clarify that by saying “seen as white by racial constructs”, I’m not denying the reality of those constructs. In fact, I have benefitted from them greatly in life. Even though I’m very much a broken person from broken people, I can put a $4 button down shirt over top my shitty tattoos, cut my hair, say “yes sir” and “no ma’am” enough to appear to be as safe a white as possible. I would not have the job I have now if I wasn’t white, not coming from the background I came from, nor with the internal jaggedness that I’ve always possessed. Though our racial structure in America is very much a created structure, it is also very much a real and oppressive creation. It’s important for me to acknowledge that, and also do what I can in my life to not perpetuate that.)
I’m not entirely sure why the opioid epidemic is now an epidemic as compared to previous decades when self-medication leading to addiction decimated so many urban minority communities as well as many rural lower socio-economic ones. When you click the map of Appalachian counties suffering the most overdoses in the currently defined epidemic, these are mostly places that have always been known to be homelands of hopelessness, long before greedy pharmaceutical companies starting pushing oxycodone through doctors in these areas. Certainly having a sort of legal way to self-medicate helped make that problem worse, but it was always there.
But as someone who has been blessed enough to sit in on jail writing workshop classes before can attest, or anyone who has been part of a similar recovery groups in the public sphere, these addictions travel back generations, and become learned behaviors, or at the very least acceptable behaviors. You don’t know any better. But you still grow up, become an adult, and then are saddled with the legal responsibilities as part of civilized society to know better. I think of it a lot of times like being asleep in the numbing fog, to avoid all the glass shards of others as well as yourself, and then needing to wake up at some point, and be like, “Oh fuck, I’ve got to stop cutting everybody else up with my glass shards!” There’s no real definitive point that happens but you see it a lot in the prison system, as well as recovery programs from substance abuse. For a lot of folks, that’s when they hit a personal low point where they can’t ignore it anymore, but also they’re often forced by the legal system to detox long enough to actually feel for a minute.
I’m almost seven years sober, so I understand that part. I have family who has battled addiction, both hard as well as legal (alcohol). Liver failures and disappearances happen. Suicides and early deaths. One of the scariest sights I saw before my 18th birthday was my dad attempting to quit drinking in the trailer we shared at the time, and watching him suffer withdrawals. But even my quitting had less to do with me than it did with the fact I had my own children, who I did not want to recreate this pattern with. It’s easier for us to love someone else than to love ourselves, easier to use that motivation for someone else to try and break these broken people glass shard cycles than it is for ourselves.
I will also clarify that I would never have been successful for seven years if I hadn’t practiced learning to love myself more. I still struggle with it, too, wanting to sink into the blinding, numbing fog of medication, legal or not, and disappear from this bullshit world. It’s very literally a daily battle.

Which brings me to the white supremacy/neo-Nazi part of this. When the Ku Klux Klan rally last month and the white nationalist/supremacist rally this month happened in Charlottesville, I felt it necessary to be present, as a rural-born, rural-raised, Southern white male, or as I prefer to think of it if I am forced to identify myself racially, as a country ass whiteboy, to say to these fuckers, “yo, I might look like you and be from where you are from, but fuck you, I’m not with you.” Those fuckers know people of color and marginalized groups are not like them, and they have a perverted pride in that. I feel it’s important for people they think might be down with their demographics as they wage their bullshit memetic wars for western culture, stand up and say, “nah, fuck you.” In fact, it’s necessary. It’s not enough to claim you’re not one of the bad white people; you have to go out and stand up to those who are bad, and prove you’re better than them. (If you wonder why that’s not enough, or think that’s bullshit, think about putting on the shirt and cleaning up for a job interview or court appearance, and wonder why that’s possible. If you can use your whiteness as an inside lane to then cooperate and navigate obstacles, you’re benefitting from the shit. I’m not saying it’s your fault, or you created the fucked up bureaucratic somewhat amoral mess that is America today, but if you can smooth your way through it and others cannot, then that’s a benefit. And thus when assholes are out being Nazis with confederate flags and the white polo shirt/khaki combo of every construction site foreman in America, instead of sitting back in the safety of your own circle and saying “heritage not hate”, you need to get your ass out there and confront those fuckers; not leave it for others to do for you.)
Charlottesville the weekend of August 12th was a horrible community trauma. It happened in the days before, punctuated by a fucking torch march on Friday night (caught the after effects of that in person by chance, with my daughter driving me), through the coordinated attack that happened at the rally itself, all while police did nothing (personally witnessed a truck almost run over 3 people a few hours before Heather Heyer’s death, and personally yelled the license plate out to a nearby police officer, who ain’t do shit but shrug her shoulders and say “the National Guard is back there”), through Sunday’s attempted press conference by the rally organizer, and is ongoing. There are a couple of scenes I saw that weekend that continue to haunt me, continue to make me wish I had done this or that differently. And I wasn’t even at the front lines of this shit! People are hurting everywhere.
On the Sunday of the press conference, I felt like I had to go. I wasn’t aware of any organized plan for people to be there, so I didn’t know what to expect. I texted my boy D and asked him to meet me up there, saying I needed him to because I didn’t know what I’d be walking into. Luckily, there were many people, seemingly disorganized other than by their own indignant morality, who also showed up, and we all yelled that asshole down. Apparently, a couple hundred freedom of speeches ring louder than one asshole’s freedom of speech.
After that weekend, I got texts, calls, and emails from friends all over, asking if we were okay, saying they saw me or my wife on this clip or that, making sure everybody was doing well. But a strange compounding to the post-traumatic stress of the weekend was the fact no one from my birth family checked in. I’m not sure they even knew. But because of the fractured relationships, the glass shards refusing to stop being glass shards, only unless we all just pretend we’re not cutting each other up inside, nobody checked in. Not once.
I’ve heard of multiple other people who had this same effect after that weekend – no family support. It’s a weird feeling, to feel completely unsafe in the face of an overwhelming threat to your community’s security, while to also feel like you got no family there to help. There’s such a strong sense of being unmoored, lost at civilization’s sea. But it’s also something many others have felt, and from many segments of our community’s they’ve felt this for decades themselves.
My glass shards are still there, but I try my best to not psychically cut up my children. Am I perfect? Fuck no. I need improvement, always. I am not the best father all the time, but I am trying to be aware of when I’m faltering or failing. That too is a daily battle.
Just as importantly though, I’m trying to wear down my glass shards for myself, so I’m not wracked with that psychic pain where hatred and self-medication feels so necessary. That process is far more difficult, and when I’ve been most successful with it, that’s usually been direct result of being in group of people attempting the same work. This culture we all live under has manufactured no short supply of broken people; they are everywhere. That’s why there’s an opioid epidemic (which always existed) and a rise in hate groups (which never went away). The traditional notion of family is built on a concept of unconditional support, which is not a reality for everyone in these modern times. But there are those around us all, in our communities, who need that same sense of family, outside of the traditional form (which has failed them). There is no shortage of broken people who need at least a little chunk of unconditional support somewhere in the week to try and dull those internal psychic glass shards just a little bit, to help make it easier to navigate the days.

At societal level, I’m not sure I believe there’s any fixing of the underlying issues that caused the August 12th attacks in Charlottesville, or outright end the current (and ongoing) growth of overdoses, but at that local level – our In Real Life communities – we can start to support each other more like a traditional family would, actively, getting ourselves emotionally dirty with each other, to try and lessen those sharp edges. And actually that might be the weakness of traditional family – that you just pretend everything is okay and ignore the actual issues, and come together at holidays and funerals and act like nothing’s wrong. But in our little pieces of the larger world, at that localized level, we can quit pretending everything just fine, quit saying “It’s all good!” or “It is what it is…” and get the fuck down to doing the painful work of helping ourselves heal, and take care of each other, unconditionally.


creeping through America
in the middle of the night,
along least heat moon highways

Monday, August 21

4FR41D 0F TH3 D4RK C0RN3RS...

afraid of the dark corners
of brain, where traumas blossom
into broken synapses

3SC4P3 S33MS 1MP0SS1BL3...

escape seems impossible
as all paths been co-opted
into tracked, trademarked, gridlocked

freestyle sonnet #094: ONE WEEK PAST AUGUST 12TH

The tear gas long wafted away, the streets been cleared 
of debris leftover from the public attack 
perpetrated to manufacture optics. Seared 
images in head of marauding racists thwack 

at calm moments. White skin, white outfits like clockwork 
orange at top of alley beside police station 
(of all places), chatroom nazis with deranged smirk 
making In Real Life sub-reddit, shaping nation 

by August 12th act. And the news cycle moves on, 
The Discourse parsing semantics of "both sides"; 
but for us here the memories not nearly gone - 
still shook as fuck, stuck in shock, feeling the divides 

conquer simple humanity - whitehouse effect 
that simply being human doesn't earn respect. 


inactivity laundered
into numbers, bound to this
age of productive data

Saturday, August 19

Thursday, August 17


what passing lounge lurks beneath
assorted tarps one never
truly knows... but I wonder


(creeping past racist congregation leaving 
McIntire Park August 12, full of fear and anger) 

Feeling adrift without mooring, knowing I should 
do more, but not sure where though. Egos commandeer 
so many well-intentioned movements; actions start out good 
then get lost in semantics' tall grasses. Yet fear 

of this by the masses - the common folks who stay 
out the way as passive act of disgust with whole 
process and system only enable delay 
of tide turning. After last weekend, heart and soul 

tells me I should do more - far more - with ride-or-die 
dedication to improve collective station 
(regardless of nation), more thoughts of "us" than "I". 
Trying already, without self-celebration 

because it's not enough... need to give more of me, 
plus many more "I"s, to guarantee all feel free. 


cinderblock country store - land
of lottery fantasies,
blunt wrapper realities

Wednesday, August 16

Tuesday, August 15

25-Man Metaphysical Roster: Everton F.C.

(Rooney celebrates his "scripted" goal last week, like Triple H at Wrestlemania)

[25-Man Metaphysical Roster is a football dork methodology meant to establish a listing of players who have been most active for English Premier League teams in their past 100 non-friendly matches. Essentially, it is calculated by minutes played, but weighted towards most recent games. The end result is a listing of the 25 players in a team’s recent history who have had the largest hand on their metaphysical sporting trajectory. The English Premier League was chosen because it is the highest level of football played in an English speaking country, and I speak English. Also, it is what comes on TV here in the USA, where I fucking live. And yet still I should clarify I hate English, and also America. Thus maybe I hate myself. Should I not fail in maintaining my unpaid deadline, a new 25-Man Metaphysical Roster will appear on the 1st and 15th of every month.]

I live in the Charlottesville, Virginia, USA, Earth, region, so we were all sort of pre-occupied with a Nazi invasion this past weekend. I didn’t even look up the Swansea City/Southampton result until well into the evening (our American evening, not English evenings, which I hear are wonderful this time of year), and it was nice of them to just have a 0-0 draw until I could actually watch. I wouldn’t have been able to illegally stream it anyways because I’m out of internet for the month, as I live in a rural area with shitty internet. Yes, I live in a magical place where you run out of internet and Nazis all of a sudden invade… don’t believe the myths about American exceptionalism at all.
Anyways, I doubt the Swans/Saints match would’ve been that great as two of my absolute favorites – Gylfi Sigurdsson and Virgil van Dijk – both were not playing due to kind of just fucking around waiting to actually be transferred to larger clubs. I get the sense that there’s a two-way dick maneuver going on here, where the smaller club is trying to fleece the larger club a little more while the larger club tries to drag it out so as to completely doom the smaller club to not be able to make deals with their newfound windfall at the transfer deadline.
This is not the case with Everton (who hopes to be reaping the benefits of Gylfi “Mr. Spot Kick” Sigurdsson soon enough), as they cashed out on last season’s top performer, and manager Ronald Koeman has splashed that cash on Michael Keene, Jordan Pickford, and Everton hometown boy Wayne Rooney (with, of course, Gylfi to soon join). After Koeman led Everton to a solid 7th and Europa League qualification, this infusion of first team talent has people delusional about something bigger. Personally though, I am hoping Rooney’s sour-faced pouting ruins it all, which I think it will. It’s an unreasonable thought, I know, but man it’d be great to see Rooney ruin his boyhood club and get them relegated. (Yes, that’s how much I dislike Wayne Rooney.)
Nonetheless, using my proven metaphysical scientific algorithms, here are the 25 men who took up the most space on this club’s last 100 non-friendly matches. Of course, since they are only a handful of matches into being at Everton, none of those big names mentioned above are on this list (yet)…

#1: Romelo Lukaku – Lukaku was out of control great last season for Everton, and a big part behind their success (as well as the cash infusion for their squad growth this off-season). Obviously he is gone, and showed no signs of slowing down, scoring a brace for ManU in PL debut for them. But one has to wonder if a batch of parts, albeit shiny parts, is going to equal what Lukaku gave them in terms of actually scoring. Rooney’s not going to do that. I mean, he did last weekend, but you know that dude was amped full of a lifetime of adrenaline for that moment. (Also, if you assume most major corporatist sports leagues are “engineered” for profit, no way Rooney doesn’t score the only goal of match right before half when in-stadium and at-home online shopping gets a massive boost during the commercial break.) Rooney is not going to replace Lukaku, so I guess the hope is Rooney and gang equal not only a draw in goal differential potential but a step in an even better direction. I don’t know though.
#2: Ross Barkley – Big boy Barkley seemed set for a switch to Spurs, but now he’s got hamstring issues that might mess it all up. He’s been an Everton man since before he was a man, but also I’m kinda like fuck Ross Barkley, which is why I think it’d be great if he stayed there with Rooney.
#3: Leighton Baines – Aging “vice-captain” which means he has settled into marriage with his third model wife so he’s the go-to guy for party drugs when the team goes out clubbing.
#4: Ashley Williams(previously ranked #10 with Swansea City on 01-Feb-2017) Ash was a transfer last year, as Koeman started stockpiling talent, and I was sad to see him leave Swansea City. He was a club legend, as well as Welsh legend, but of course this is football, and we fell in love with Alfie Mawson’s big goofy ass right away, and we were all heckling Ashley when he came back late last season. Lolol, man we’re some fickle fuckers.
#5: Seamus Coleman – Great poet.
#6: Phil Jagielka – Hockey player.
#7: Gareth Barry – Somehow English and not Welsh, despite being named Gareth.
#8: Idrissa Gueye – From Senegal, which means I will mention how because my wife went there one time, we use the Wolof word for naughty “si si” with our kids, so they know one Wolof word. Kinda stressed about Nazis to be honest, so sort of mailing this half-month in. This is essentially my League Cup.
#9: Joel Robles – Not sure if he is third or second on the GK depth charts now that Jordan Pickford is there, but I know you’re not likely to see Mr. Robles unless it’s an early round of the FA Cup.
#10: Ramiro Funes Mori – Poor dude was living up as an Argentine defender for River Plate, but crossed the ocean for the big money where he’s a part-time minute-getter for Everton. Corporate colonialism remains real.
#11: Kevin Mirallas – In researching Mirallas goal scoring history, I discovered there is actually a thing called the Dubious Goals Committee, which decides the identity of the goal scorer in instances where it’s not clear right away. They meet a few times a year, and figure these things out.
#12: Tom Davies – He’s only 19, but already made 30 appearances for Everton, most of which came last season. He’s also appeared in all three matches this season so far (one PL match, two in Europa League against Ruzomberok, which is a club of errant Amish guys I think).
#13: Jamie McCarthy – I think I had a Scottish themed Football Manager experiment where this guy crushed it for me for a few seasons, but I can’t be sure. A kid named McCarthy born and raised in Scotland (Glasgow specifically)? Of course he loves Celtic. He has been whispered to be on the way out himself, potentially dropping to a lower PL club like West Brom or stupid Newcastle United.
#14: Maarten Stekelenburg – The smuggest looking man in all of Haarlem, The Netherlands. He joined Everton last year with fellow Dutchboy Koeman at the helm, and was starter until he got injured and replaced by Robles, but regained his top position between the poles in April. That might be over with Pickford here now, but who knows. Never count Haarlem out.
#15: Aaron Lennon – Winger who spent a decade with Tottenham before joining Everton in February of 2015. Claims both Irish and Jamaican heritage, which, holy fuck, must be some sort of wild internal genetic molecular predisposition to berserk the world.
#16: Mason Holgate – Look, I don’t know many of the lower-level guys that end up on these lists, so I have to look them up like any shitty freelance writer would. Due to my American bias, I was flabbergasted with shock when I found out a guy named “Mason Holgate” was not white.
#17: Morgan Schneiderlin – A literal Nazi. (Sorry. We’re kind of PTSD’ed out here in Virginia right now, so when I walk around and see a vague white guy I don’t know, I automatically wonder, “fascist or friend?” to gauge whether I should be prepared for imminent violent conflict or not.)
#18: Tom Cleverley(previously ranked #18 with Watford on 01-May-2017) Loaned to Watford last January, which turned into permanent move, which is fine because Watford kits are way tighter. Why are so many English club kits so boring? Did they have less of a prism of colors back in the late 1800s or something?
#19: John Stones – I think now that John Stones is firmly settled at ManCity we can all agree, fuck John Stones.
#20: Bryan Oviedo – Freakin’ Costa Rican who plays from back line to midfield down the left side who moved to Sunderland this past January. Sorry Bryan.
#21: Gerard Deulofeu – Young Spanish winger who spent nearly three seasons in piecemeal portions with Everton before being loaned out to Italian club last season. Barcelona, who owned him still, triggered a buy-back clause, and now he’s back with Barca.
#22: Yannick Bolasie(previously ranked #15 with Crystal Palace on 15-Mar-2017) Came over from Crystal Palace at beginning of last season, but has played sparingly. Also been a steady presence at winger over the past few years for the Democratic Republic of Congo’s national team. And also noted grime enthusiast. I fucks with Congolese grime enthusiasts.
#23: Enner Valencia (previously ranked #22 with West Ham United on 01-Jun-2017) Ecuadorian whirlwind who struggled during a season long loan to Everton last season from West Ham, but yo, he’s signed for Tigres in Mexico. Can’t tell you how excited that makes me. I wish my man Jefferson Montero from Swansea City would make a move to Santos Laguna. Liga MX so much fun to watch.
#24: Tim Howard – The American Taliban, who has since returned to his homeland to lead a jihad of cornball cosplaying American Outlaws too high on that Colorado kind to realize what fucking tools they all are.
#25: Arouna Kone – Released by Everton at the end of last season, to move to Turkey (playing for Sivasspor now), where all Ivorians should go to find their truest footballing power levels.