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.

Tuesday, March 31

4LL TH3S3 HVM4N3 3ND34V0RS...

all these humane endeavors
feel pointlessly attached to
illusions of accrued wealth

Monday, March 30

STVDY1NG TH3 SCR1PTVR3S L3FT...

studying the scriptures left
behind by wanderlusting
poets who passed by before me

Sunday, March 29

Saturday, March 28

S1MPL3 R00T M3D1C1N3S VS3D...

simple root medicines used
to be the tinctures that cured;
we chopped down all the forests

Friday, March 27

SONG OF THE DAY: Don't Send For The Others


Perhaps America is cancelling itself, as the weight of actual humanitarian needs crush the weak safety nets put in place as performative "freedom" fibers, brightly spray-painted red, white, and blue, but torn and frayed for decades and held together by dollar store duct tape. But also, not really America, so much as the United States, which is a completely different entity entirely. The American continent(s) have existed long before any United States, and likely will exist long after as well, hopefully with people still walking around upon the topside (or at least living in tunnels underneath). There's a shitload of work to be done, you just might not get paid for it, at least not with money. But once we're actually building real shit that ain't just talking shit and referring to brochures from the 1950s, doing work that builds support for every body, that hopefully will be more fulfilling. Because even blessed as a dude who can work from home right now, pretending my job needs to go on, there's a real heart disconnect from what I am bound to call "work". We got shit all backwards.

HVM4N M1NDS 4LL3G3DLY...

human minds allegedly
advanced, yet always pecking
around at outlandish schemes

Thursday, March 26

Wednesday, March 25

Tuesday, March 24

WH4T'S R3FL3CT3D B4CK D0WN FR0M...

what's reflected back down from
heaven ain't always seen, blocked
by our own fears' pollutions

F1V3 T1M3S 4 D4Y, 1 TRY T0...

five times a day, I try to
cast purposeful intentions
to same sky as ancestors

Monday, March 23

Sunday, March 22

Saturday, March 21

VS3D T0 B3L13V3 1 C0VLD B3...

used to believe I could be
champion of my dreams; don't
sleep deep enough to dream now

Friday, March 20

4LW4YS S33M T0 B3 RVSH1NG...

always seem to be rushing
between places, none of which
give me much satisfaction

Thursday, March 19

Wednesday, March 18

Tuesday, March 17

1'V3 4LW4YS B33N 4 T0T4L...

I've always been a total
wreck, bashing through median
strips, guardrails, and pine thickets

Monday, March 16

RVR4L TR4SH 41N'T 3V3R B33N...

rural trash ain't ever been
all that stylish, but somehow
y'all've gentrified skillets

Sunday, March 15

Saturday, March 14

R3TVRN1NG T0 34RTHLY W4YS...

returning to earthly ways,
abandoning the politics
of false progress more and more

Friday, March 13

Thursday, March 12

Wednesday, March 11

SONG OF THE DAY: Black Bodies & Bullet Wounds



A day full of mind worries, all the while knowing my mind worries are less than other folks’. I hope you don’t have any fresh wounds, and whatever scars you have are healing. I hope no infection is still inside. I hope you are safe, and if so, I hope you are well. Rather than feel hopeless, I’m sowing hopes like these. It bears slowly exponential fruit, in that it’s hardly there, but as we keep sowing this shit, it starts to grow in that way, and all of a sudden despite how all fucked everything might be, we’re overflowing with an ability to be like “fuck it, just gonna do this shit anyways”.

M41NT41N1NG 4PP34R4NC3S...

maintaining appearances
while realizing our culture
is nothing but sand castles