Dylan James Brock
@dylanjamesbrock.bsky.social
Writer. Songwriter. Autism and Psychosis Spectrum Disorders Advocate. BA/MFA Creative Writing. Poems are my own views and AI-free. #vss365
An #easter message: a feather rises under spring wind’s hope. Our wings are not plucked bare-yet. #poem #poetry #lifequote
April 20, 2025 at 2:32 PM
An #easter message: a feather rises under spring wind’s hope. Our wings are not plucked bare-yet. #poem #poetry #lifequote
April 12, 2025 at 12:37 AM
April 6, 2025 at 11:57 PM
Alan had an #insatiable thirst for cryptography.
When young, he stared at white noise on an empty TV to make a plan for hacking randomness. Everything turned when he got his graphing calculator as a teen. A math degree followed. Then a PhD “break.”
Now he watches white noise again. #vss365
When young, he stared at white noise on an empty TV to make a plan for hacking randomness. Everything turned when he got his graphing calculator as a teen. A math degree followed. Then a PhD “break.”
Now he watches white noise again. #vss365
March 26, 2025 at 4:46 PM
Alan had an #insatiable thirst for cryptography.
When young, he stared at white noise on an empty TV to make a plan for hacking randomness. Everything turned when he got his graphing calculator as a teen. A math degree followed. Then a PhD “break.”
Now he watches white noise again. #vss365
When young, he stared at white noise on an empty TV to make a plan for hacking randomness. Everything turned when he got his graphing calculator as a teen. A math degree followed. Then a PhD “break.”
Now he watches white noise again. #vss365
Fran’s #desire for Bob was complete.
Sure, he didn’t wrap yarn around his windows to keep evil thoughts out or always drive with a wool banana in the trunk, but he said he understood the fears that drove her, so she knitted him a shielding scarf. Then he moved in, protecting his thoughts. #vss365
Sure, he didn’t wrap yarn around his windows to keep evil thoughts out or always drive with a wool banana in the trunk, but he said he understood the fears that drove her, so she knitted him a shielding scarf. Then he moved in, protecting his thoughts. #vss365
March 25, 2025 at 1:25 PM
Today I quit vaping. Day 0. Need something to do with my hands. So:
Ty saw love: @aoc.bsky.social
on @msnbc.com Dead ringer for a bartender crush from his Union Square days. She #inspired him to blog daily on bartending. He so hoped this muse AOC resembled would find him, now in Vegas. #vss365
Ty saw love: @aoc.bsky.social
on @msnbc.com Dead ringer for a bartender crush from his Union Square days. She #inspired him to blog daily on bartending. He so hoped this muse AOC resembled would find him, now in Vegas. #vss365
March 25, 2025 at 12:44 AM
Today I quit vaping. Day 0. Need something to do with my hands. So:
Ty saw love: @aoc.bsky.social
on @msnbc.com Dead ringer for a bartender crush from his Union Square days. She #inspired him to blog daily on bartending. He so hoped this muse AOC resembled would find him, now in Vegas. #vss365
Ty saw love: @aoc.bsky.social
on @msnbc.com Dead ringer for a bartender crush from his Union Square days. She #inspired him to blog daily on bartending. He so hoped this muse AOC resembled would find him, now in Vegas. #vss365
#Disarmed by a breakup, Ann thought nothing of dating an alien. They’d been around for decades and cross-species romance had been normalized. Humans never did right by her anyway. But her taste for cheaters persisted, and the alien had side pieces that broke her heart. Only her dog was true. #vss365
February 8, 2025 at 11:24 AM
#Disarmed by a breakup, Ann thought nothing of dating an alien. They’d been around for decades and cross-species romance had been normalized. Humans never did right by her anyway. But her taste for cheaters persisted, and the alien had side pieces that broke her heart. Only her dog was true. #vss365
Bo was a #cyclone in lovers’ lives, a burst of furious chaos that spun and upended any semblance of peace.
Twisting hate into ardor, Bo raged and made love in a whirlwind of pathos.
When his third wife left, he moved to Texas, and the lithium in the water calmed him into a thunderstorm. #vss365
Twisting hate into ardor, Bo raged and made love in a whirlwind of pathos.
When his third wife left, he moved to Texas, and the lithium in the water calmed him into a thunderstorm. #vss365
February 8, 2025 at 12:28 AM
Tyler’s nostalgia was a #thoroughfare of record jackets, scratched DVDs, and dog-eared novels.
Everything existed in a pop context.
The radio was the only way this was ever fed to him against his will anymore.
The day his mom died, he heard “Free Falling” and smiled. He had tuned to God. #vss365
Everything existed in a pop context.
The radio was the only way this was ever fed to him against his will anymore.
The day his mom died, he heard “Free Falling” and smiled. He had tuned to God. #vss365
February 6, 2025 at 8:17 PM
Tyler’s nostalgia was a #thoroughfare of record jackets, scratched DVDs, and dog-eared novels.
Everything existed in a pop context.
The radio was the only way this was ever fed to him against his will anymore.
The day his mom died, he heard “Free Falling” and smiled. He had tuned to God. #vss365
Everything existed in a pop context.
The radio was the only way this was ever fed to him against his will anymore.
The day his mom died, he heard “Free Falling” and smiled. He had tuned to God. #vss365
The 7-11 pay phone was the #nexus of 1996 teenage society in Ty’s hometown.
Kids would call and let it ring until someone answered and said what was happening that day.
Ty used to man it like an operator until he escaped a drug bust, at which point the nexus moved to a smoky Denny’s. #vss365
Kids would call and let it ring until someone answered and said what was happening that day.
Ty used to man it like an operator until he escaped a drug bust, at which point the nexus moved to a smoky Denny’s. #vss365
February 5, 2025 at 9:32 AM
They made love in a #bathtub. They made love in a cave. They made love on a plastic slide. They made love in the dugout of a college baseball field. But meds sapped Ed and Sue after addressing their depression, and they broke up content in the awful world that drove them to antidepressants. #vss365
February 4, 2025 at 10:48 AM
“Jay+June” carved into an #oak tree, the couple kissed.
Just after, diving into a river, Jay dove too shallow. Their college romance moved to a hospital room.
June was true until he ended it.
“You have too many places to go,” he said.
She thought of him in place of every lover after. #vss365
Just after, diving into a river, Jay dove too shallow. Their college romance moved to a hospital room.
June was true until he ended it.
“You have too many places to go,” he said.
She thought of him in place of every lover after. #vss365
February 3, 2025 at 11:25 AM
Jean and Ty shared an #umbrella at a bus stop, strangers starting a marriage.
When they split, Ty reminded Jean how that day, she said she couldn’t love someone who put himself first.
“I need to love myself again,” she replied.
“So do I,” he said, and they hugged for the last time.
#vss365
When they split, Ty reminded Jean how that day, she said she couldn’t love someone who put himself first.
“I need to love myself again,” she replied.
“So do I,” he said, and they hugged for the last time.
#vss365
February 2, 2025 at 12:08 PM
Jed and his dad did #rockets together and nothing else.
Jed’s rage toward the abusive man led him to say, “I won’t go to his funeral.” When Jed did go, he asked for the ashes to put in a rocket.
Then he poured them out the window on the drive home, singing, crying, and laughing at once. #vss365
Jed’s rage toward the abusive man led him to say, “I won’t go to his funeral.” When Jed did go, he asked for the ashes to put in a rocket.
Then he poured them out the window on the drive home, singing, crying, and laughing at once. #vss365
February 1, 2025 at 11:32 AM
Crestfallen, I said,
“Can I stop this procession?”
But no one answered, and
I was left to feel sonder for
Those in Purgatory with me.
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#vss365 #mariannefaithful
“Can I stop this procession?”
But no one answered, and
I was left to feel sonder for
Those in Purgatory with me.
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#vss365 #mariannefaithful
Marianne Faithful Harmonizes with My Wife
Canto 8 of "Purgatory Paradise. In which I learn my dire fate for grave sins before a graceful shade.
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January 31, 2025 at 5:29 PM
Crestfallen, I said,
“Can I stop this procession?”
But no one answered, and
I was left to feel sonder for
Those in Purgatory with me.
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#vss365 #mariannefaithful
“Can I stop this procession?”
But no one answered, and
I was left to feel sonder for
Those in Purgatory with me.
open.substack.com/pub/dylanjam...
#vss365 #mariannefaithful
I’m not defending #Elon. I am enraged at the politicization and amateur diagnoses to defend his worst acts. His #autism doesn’t lessen his cruel culpability, but in opponents mocking it, there is malignant kernel of #ableism. I believe everyone deserves a measure of #sonder or nobody does. #vss365
January 31, 2025 at 11:53 AM
Reposted by Dylan James Brock
In the back acreage, Tim found an old dog #collar. Leather cracked, no name on the tag.
He brought it back with him and, that night, scratching echoed outside his door. No barking, just violent, incessant scratching.
The next morning, deep claw marks covered the door.
On the inside.
#vss365
He brought it back with him and, that night, scratching echoed outside his door. No barking, just violent, incessant scratching.
The next morning, deep claw marks covered the door.
On the inside.
#vss365
January 30, 2025 at 12:56 PM
I’m privileged. I’m white #collar. I’m a remote worker. I’m a digital marketer. I’m a SaaS super admin. I’m white. I’m cis. I’m he/him. And yet I’m autistic and schizophrenic. You wouldn’t know by sight that I fight systemic discrimination every day. Don’t assume anyone is only privileged. #vss365
January 30, 2025 at 10:30 AM
January 30, 2025 at 2:03 AM
Reposted by Dylan James Brock
#Crowcalls
I stand in judgemnt
for all my father's sins
not just the ones
of bigotry
& negligence
but for teaching the lessons
of ignorance
as well
condemn for my father's sins
my walk towards
redemption
is the truth never told
for I am the son
of the monster
I must be guilty
just as well
#poetry
I stand in judgemnt
for all my father's sins
not just the ones
of bigotry
& negligence
but for teaching the lessons
of ignorance
as well
condemn for my father's sins
my walk towards
redemption
is the truth never told
for I am the son
of the monster
I must be guilty
just as well
#poetry
January 29, 2025 at 1:15 PM
#Crowcalls
I stand in judgemnt
for all my father's sins
not just the ones
of bigotry
& negligence
but for teaching the lessons
of ignorance
as well
condemn for my father's sins
my walk towards
redemption
is the truth never told
for I am the son
of the monster
I must be guilty
just as well
#poetry
I stand in judgemnt
for all my father's sins
not just the ones
of bigotry
& negligence
but for teaching the lessons
of ignorance
as well
condemn for my father's sins
my walk towards
redemption
is the truth never told
for I am the son
of the monster
I must be guilty
just as well
#poetry
I can barely remember times before I was in therapy. 32 years in, I cannot think without #conjuring William James, Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, Abraham Maslow, or Aaron Beck. Sometimes I even hear their voices, illusions more useful than my other noise. None were right, but they beat nothing. #vss365
January 29, 2025 at 12:10 PM
I can barely remember times before I was in therapy. 32 years in, I cannot think without #conjuring William James, Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, Abraham Maslow, or Aaron Beck. Sometimes I even hear their voices, illusions more useful than my other noise. None were right, but they beat nothing. #vss365