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Basil van Eck
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Author, Poet, Meanderer
Her Old Bones Out Now!
WIP: Goodbye Moon Men
He/They/Em
All My Favorite Writers are Dead.
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There’s something immensely fulfilling about holding a physical copy of your own book. #book #booksky #author #writing
My book, Her Old Bones by Basil van Eck
January 19, 2026 at 8:26 PM
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My writing assistant still refuses to stop napping on company time. The audacity. #writing #author #cat
My cat lounges lazily atop my great grandmother’s old patchwork afghan.
January 13, 2026 at 5:29 PM
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Actually worked on my novel yesterday. It was exhilarating. Might try it again today. Who knows. #writing #author #booksky
January 11, 2026 at 4:14 PM
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Got tired of reading my very long book. Started a much shorter book to take away the pain of reading the long book. Will return to the long book once the short book is finished. #booksky #reading #read
January 10, 2026 at 5:32 PM
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He approaches. #cat
My cat, Beansprout, is walking toward the camera. His pupils are dilated to the size of dimes.
January 7, 2026 at 6:24 PM
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What is God
To those he has abandoned?
What is omnipotence
To the flesh carved
Crushed by shrapnel
Spewed from the red hot encasement
Of a warhead
Crashing through the ground floor
Of an apartment complex
What in that
Is there for us to consider?

#poem #poetry #venezuela
January 3, 2026 at 2:44 PM
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Being sick would be a lot easier if it didn’t take away my ability to comprehend the written word. What do you mean I have to just lay here and raw dog my clogged nasal passages? #reading #book #booksky #sick
December 28, 2025 at 4:49 AM
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Inauspicious pillars
Straddled concrete
A lengthy labyrinth suggestive of life
Yet devoid
Empty stories
Filled with empty lives
Empty dreams
Survive by day
But are dead by night

#poem #poetry
December 26, 2025 at 6:17 PM
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Hey. Hey you. Yeah, you. You right there. Hey. HEY. YOU! IM TALKING TO YOU! HEY! HEY! DON’T WALK AWAY FROM ME! HEY! YOU! YOU THERE! SLOW DOWN! HEY! GET BACK HERE!
December 26, 2025 at 6:17 PM
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Do you think people would buy my book if I went out in public and just chucked copies at their heads? Do you think they’d get mad? Or would they, like, respect the grindset? #author #authors #writing #book #novel #rage #writer
December 22, 2025 at 9:49 PM
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An insipid and listless bliss
Persists
To twist the wrist
And list the tryst
As missed
A cyst that sits
And subsists
Amidst the fits
In which
You assist your wits
And kiss your fist

#poem #poetry #poet
December 22, 2025 at 5:25 AM
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I’m in for it now. #book #booksky #novel #reading 📚💙
2666 by Roberto Bolaño
December 19, 2025 at 11:13 PM
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I like it when people use appropriately sized boxes for gifts. Hell yeah. Properly occupy that three dimensional space.
December 17, 2025 at 9:26 PM
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Thank God the translator for this was American, or else it would’ve been called The Autumn. #booksky #books #novel #reading 📚💙
The Fall by Albert Camus
December 17, 2025 at 9:20 PM
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And as the grid lay marches on
I further feel about half as strong
When the questions start to rise
I flee to the air of night

#poem
December 16, 2025 at 10:18 PM
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I DID IT! A BOOK! A WHOLE ASS BOOK! GET IT ON KINDLE AND B&N! OR DON’T! NONE OF YOU OWE ME ANYTHING! THANKS! Y’ALL HAVE A GOOD SNOW DAY! #writer #author #booksky #selfpublish #book 📚💙
Her Old Bones by Basil van Eck. My book :3
December 13, 2025 at 9:25 PM
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The snow is striking in its fractal flaked totality. A wall of infinite white blooming in every direction. Stay safe and stay warm friends :). #winter #writer #writing #cold #snow
A beautiful winter scene of my backyard. You can see a number of snow kissed trees, and a child’s play-set made of wood.
December 13, 2025 at 7:10 PM
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Those who are afraid to cast a shadow will never find the light. #writing #writer #poem #poetry
December 10, 2025 at 11:57 PM
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A wonderful day with a wonderful novel and a wonderful fur baby curled in my lap. I am inching closer and closer to finishing the edits on my novel. #booksky #authors #author #writing #writers
The Sound of the Mountain by Yasunari Kawabata
December 9, 2025 at 8:27 PM
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What words could curl
From upturned tongues
The tips to taste
Your soft light glint
A tint of pink
That might turn red
The start of something
Better felt than said

#poem #poetry #writing
December 9, 2025 at 12:45 PM
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What has everyone been working on this frigid Sunday? I, for one, have been fighting a glorious battle against syntax. #booksky #writers #writer #author #authors
December 7, 2025 at 7:50 PM
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A delicate lesson
To lessen the pain
To sleep
You must first
Pretend to be
Adjust
Reposition
Return to how you were
Conferred the want
Earned
The need

#poem #poet #love #need #poemsky #poetry
December 6, 2025 at 3:07 PM
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Cat in lap, book in hand. It’s a great day to sit inside and watch the snow drip from branches and rooftops alike. #booksky #books #cat #snowday 📚💙
The Old Capital by Yasunari Kawabata. My cat, Beansprout, is curled beneath the book.
December 4, 2025 at 8:06 PM
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A little boy
In a slightly too large suit
Well, people age
She says
But that shouldn’t concern you
In time
You will cause reason to hush
In time
You will be sleeping
Like he was

#poem #poetry #writing #poet
December 3, 2025 at 10:46 PM
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Eventuality enjoyed in full
Towers constructed to rejoice
Those left standing
Despite knowing that
Delay is nothing
And worth its weight in air
Futility uncared for
The toil of today unreturned
It burdens the burned
And spares those already
Turned to dust
The dead.
#poem #poetry
December 2, 2025 at 4:53 AM