Day six

Ok, so I fell another day behind.


I have excuses but it doesn’t really matter. While it’s important to take my goals seriously, times are strange & my first priority is making sure I’m taking care of basic needs.

While I hope all is well with any soul kind enough to read my void shouting, my selected poem of the day is a little dark considering. So, if you’re not 100%, maybe give it a scroll past right now.

Here we goooooo….

Day six read

My sixth selection is “The Second Coming” by WB Yeats because it’s timely af. Read the whole poem via The Poetry Foundation.

The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

“The Second Coming” William Butler Yeats

This is honestly only maybe my third favorite WB Yeats poem. “The Wild Swans at Coole” is the undisputed champ, but “The Second Coming” is a real end times jam & I’ve found myself repeating lines of it in my head as I scroll the headlines.

“And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?”

Day six poetry

The prompt was writing something ekphrastic based on Hieronymous Bosch’s triptych The Garden of Earthly Delights.

For today’s art, here’s a piece of a spicy painting I’m working on for the twine project.


To take captive by spire & tree & claw,
to pierce the sun & hold it like a lover
& ask who carries who when wing & limb
& prey defy the blue hills yawning
at the temperate, taken sky.

Day six camp update

I’m not updating my camp count tonight because Scrivener is being temperamental & I need to hard restart this computer & I just don’t want to.

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