Welcome, Dawgies!

It’s established my friends! I’ve built it, now you must come! Hot Josh will understand. 😉 But for reals! Anything you guys want to write about or discuss is fair game. I’ve sent the credentials and if you would like them to be able to post content just hit T-Dirty up! I’ve picked a topic for our first post and that is:

Why do we write?

My response is as follows:

We write to understand, to express, to create, to share, to feel, to reach, and to explore ourselves. Holy lots of verbs! However writing is a multi-faceted task with many purposes and the answer really depends on individual objectives. I love writing because it’s an alternative medium of communication that I feel I fare better at than speaking. It’s fun for me to make a point and share my thoughts. Crafting a clever argument also brings me joy because I’ve created a stance and perspective and that yields critical thinking.

I correlate writing to consistent evolution and growth for there are always new words to learn, styles to adapt to, formats to play with; opportunity abounds from the page and the keyboard. Yet it’s also immortalizing. Who knows what the future will hold for the words we put out there? The youth finding inspiration or relation to our blogs in countries we’ve never been, grandchildren stumbling upon our journals after we’ve passed, future archaeologists excavating files from our computers; our words let us live on Dawgies. So why do I write? It makes me feel alive.

-T-Dirty On The Beat

Your turn Big Dawg! Thanks for reading.




Learning new words interests me, always has. I brought this blog idea up to T because I wanted to instill an enjoyable way to build on my writing skills and exercise new vocabulary. Too often I slacked on school papers because I held a negative connotation with homework. Now I sometimes think my neglect transferred over to my speech.

The more time I spend in an office setting the more I encounter times where I struggle articulating a thought to get my point across. So long are the days spent bullshitting with friends. Now I spend my time in meetings, sending email after email, talking on the phone and discussing projects with colleagues. It was comforting knowing only your teacher would read your work. Now anything I put in an email is susceptible to be read by anyone else in the company. Communication is essential; which doesn’t necessarily mean I’m good at it. I can make almost any idea come to life with a pen and paper, but using words to form a concise clear idea is a different story. That bothers me.

I want to be a better me and this blog is a step forward. I hope you all participate and make this a tool to also stay in touch with one another.

Woogity woogity woogity – J


Thank you for posting Josh! I agree with building our vocabulary until our word banks are as prolific as Eminem’s. Not only would our speech improve but we’d also have an easier time communicating what we mean an example being what you noted with your colleagues at work. We are all on the path of constant improvement. I’m going to end this post and provide a new prompt to further strengthen our skills. Thank you for writing Josh!



Write a poem about the woods and include a mushroom.

More to come with this post. Stay tuned!


Deep inside and nowhere to go. The trees so thick, gives rest to the snow. Along the dead oaks the small mushroom grows. Its alluring nimbus, the story foretold, gives you a sense of warmth and takes away the cold. You’ll know when you see it, its glowing gold cloud. It fights away the blackness and pierces the dark shroud. But there’s more to the story, how could you be so bold? You feel its gold dust rush swiftly through your nose. Immediately you feel everything sung in the ode. Without time to think, the heat takes hold. Before you know it, the fire reaches your soul. No longer sane, your actions not your own. You reach down and pluck the small mushroom that’s taken control.


T-Dirty on the Beat:

Josh this poem is too dope! Love the imagery and the story it takes us through! Here’s mine based on the following picture:


The Mushrooms looks like upside-down pails,
yet frail, soft, and delicate.
Their smooth caps hide ruffled ridges,
shielded teguments.

Long stalks walk in a staggered fashion,
haphazardly upright, subtly eloquent.
Each fungi curving out of the moss
as if it’s proper etiquette.