Category Archives: 1. Origins
going through the past, words i wrote long ago, before facebook raped my time.
From : Wednesday, September 03, 2008 “Time is a funny thing. Time is a very peculiar item. When you’re young, you’re a kid, you got time. Throw away a couple of years, a couple of years … It doesn’t matter. … Continue reading
the first time my dad and i came to blows, while vanna and pat talked in the back ground
it was tense, none of the other siblings spoke hell, they just stared down and kept doing what they were doing, no eye contact – safety is in the act of ignoring well, at least that’s what i think safety … Continue reading
Goodbye, Friend (from 2002)
[Writer's note: This was originally printed in the Midland Daily News after Mr. Harwell announced his retirement.] Thanks for the memories By Dennis Dubay In the soap opera that is baseball, we watch as boys become men, stars become legend … Continue reading
baseball
we grew up poor with three channels on a tv transitor radio with Ernie Harwell to paint what we couldn’t see I remember wanting to be Lance Parrish he was an ox of a man we didn’t have disposable money … Continue reading
my manifesto
i have this bridge to cross eventually i understand that not everything i say or write is acceptable to the person reading it but its my life and eventually i have to live it right we live in a world … Continue reading
lost innocence
innocence has changed from our first days … all i need now is a cot and a microwave one of those cool little fridges to put my beer away single ply shit paper and a tv that gets 3 stations … Continue reading
dennis
i’m peeling away at these layers like a sunburned baby who played to long at the beach my skin is pale white and flaky i’m the oldest boy the drunk smarter than you know but i’ll run away hold it … Continue reading
3-87
she laid in that bed with nothing left inside her head dying dead and gone but dad stayed strong buried her on a thursday rainy day in linwood sisters cried and brothers watched didn’t know what else do to i’d … Continue reading
ice cream promises
the house smelled of oatmeal and burning wood mom sat in front of an old tv watching “Search for Tomorrow” while dad mowed the lawn i sat in my room, peering out the window at the next door neighbor girl … Continue reading
spin sucker
i kept this little yellow legal pad that i’d write letters to jennifer in i’d never give them to her but they were hers cuz i was hers i’d fold them up and put them in white suits store them … Continue reading