Oscillation Mounds

kind of about autism, mostly just about me being the way i am.

i miss you

 how are things with you?i love you,

but very soon it's time to go.

Writer's Frustrations

 how do i reach out and grab it? to begin with, how do i find what im looking for? im told it resides in plain sight, that i already have it, that i just have to see it for it to be there, but maybe im blind. so without sight i dive back into what’s comfortable—light, blood and guts and love, dirt, mycelium and moss, obsession, consumption—i don't branch out, why would i do that? i know what works.

im so sick of it. im tired of myself. im tired of it all. maybe im a fraud, maybe i’ve never known writing. im a six trick pony, i’ve done what i need to do and now i’ve got nothing left. 

so what now? now i have to complain about it? that’s my next performance, my next skill? self loathing? we’ve all had enough of that, there's no need for another—and yet here we are.

pick up a writing prompt.

The Confusing Whirlwind of Richard Siken's Crush

 The Confusing Whirlwind of Richard Siken’s Crush

I first discovered Richard Siken through surfing the internet, collecting little clips of his poems, and storing them in Pinterest boards or blog posts. I fell in love with his queerity, his erraticism, his gritty theming that somehow manages to be simultaneously tender at certain points, though almost never tender on its own. I decided to pick up Crush because it was the collection of his that I was most familiar with, the one that most of the clips I've read had been from. I don't believe that beforehand I had ever read one of his poems in full, though I'm sure there's an exception to that rule that I'm unaware of. Crush is also the first book of poetry I've read in full, and while I do think I could have jumped into it with something a little more digestible, I am happy with my pick and I did quite enjoy the majority of the collection. There's bound to be a few bumps in the road, but not everyone can create something objectively amazing on a constant basis. 

New Mexican Standoff

 A love poem from one cowboy to another.