is your hive mind horror even hive mind horror if you don’t have a weird professor with a bunker

Dickman Park - Minneapolis Park & Recreation Board

Matthew Dickman, from “Grass Moon,” in Wonderland [ID in ALT]

Have you ever thought about losing your brother?

me vs. making webweaves on dying and family. really this was just an excuse to think about killing flies.

Killing Flies, Michael Dickman | Separation, W.S. Merwin | Eurydice, Ocean Vuong | It, Stephen King | Winnie-the-Pooh, A.A Milne | Fading Kitten Syndrome, ROAR | Quote via. Maurice Sendak | A Meeting, Wendell Berry | Anguish, August Friedrich Schenck | West Wind I, Mary Oliver | Planet of Love, Richard Siken | Quote via. C.C, Aurel | Oats We Sow, Gregory and the Hawk | The Living to the Dead, Käthe Kollwitz | Quote via Fortesa Latifi | Antigonick, Anne Carson | Killing Flies, Michael Dickman (cont.)

walking the dogs by Matthew Dickman

family is a sort of animal.

unknown author // william-adolphe bouguereau // sophocles (translation by anne carson) // dante émile // josé vergara gimeno // michael dickman // josé saramago.

In Heaven - M. Dickman

i hope it’s us in the end (it has to be)

caitlyn siehl // @isbergillustration // graham dean // @anouri // ernest hemingway // sarah levine via @geryone // matthew dickman // @auvtre // the 1975 // @amiablesummer // eleanor hsieh

1. After My Brother’s Death, I Reflect on the Iliad - Elisa Gonzalez / 2. It - Stephen King / 3. The Sick Child - Edvard Munch / 4. The Sky Is Everywhere - Jandy Nelson / 5. Killing Flies - Michael Dickman

Grief

by Matthew Dickman

When grief comes to you as a purple gorilla you must count yourself lucky. You must offer her what’s left of your dinner, the book you were trying to finish you must put aside and make her a place to sit at the foot of your bed, her eyes moving from the clock to the television and back again. I am not afraid. She has been here before and now I can recognize her gait as she approaches the house. Some nights, when I know she’s coming, I unlock the door, lie down on my back, and count her steps from the street to the porch. Tonight she brings a pencil and a ream of paper, tells me to write down everyone I have ever known, and we separate them between the living and the dead so she can pick each name at random. I play her favorite Willie Nelson album because she misses Texas but I don’t ask why. She hums a little, the way my brother does when he gardens. We sit for an hour while she tells me how unreasonable I’ve been, crying in the check-out line, refusing to eat, refusing to shower, all the smoking and all the drinking. Eventually she puts one of her heavy purple arms around me, leans her head against mine, and all of a sudden things are feeling romantic. So I tell her, things are feeling romantic. She pulls another name, this time from the dead, and turns to me in that way that parents do so you feel embarrassed or ashamed of something. Romantic? She says, reading the name out loud, slowly so I am aware of each syllable, each vowel wrapping around the bones like new muscle, the sound of that person’s body and how reckless it is, how careless that his name is in one pile and not the other.

MY BROTHER MY WOUND.

@/middleschoolpunkphase // peaky blinders “heathens” // titus andronicus, shakespeare // peaky blinders “blackbird” // raise the high roof beam, jd salinger // killing flies, michael dickman

Matthew Dickman, from “Montpelier” [ID in ALT]

THE FUCKING ALIENS. I KNEW IT. ALIENS

THE GOVERNMENT TRIED HIDING IT FROM ME. OHOHO.

You cannot outsmart dickman! No!

I FOUND ALIENS.

all hallow’s eve by Matthew Dickman

Happy extremely late Halloween they’re taking Rachel trick or treating

+ bonus mini comic