Dylan Dames

18 years, Bahamas born, Florida living. I eat stories. I like to produce them too. Search 'Dylan Dames' on YouTube.
The Bay Wall
2 months ago
Two big seagulls swoop down on a French fry that floats in the sea. They wrestle with it, flapping their wings aggressively as the fry predictably splits in two. The birds fly away. I pick up another ...
How to Live Hardly—Part Two
6 months ago
Two mornings later, I wake up to my mom calling me upstairs. I live in the basement of our house, which is nothing like people think. I’d tell someone I live in a basement, but they don’t know I mean ...
How to Live Hardly
6 months ago
I stare at the fog on my front and passenger windows. I want so bad to roll them down and back up, but I know the fog would just collect again and I’d be more annoyed. Stupid condensation. Peering ahe...
The Islander
a year ago
I don’t know the city, I only know the town I am exotic, for my skin is brown I know the ocean, I count the stars I don’t believe in math or Mars I eat fresh, I eat ready I run long, I swim steady I m...
a year ago
I still have 3 inhalers in my room, Although I haven’t been choked in years. They collect dust— Ironic ain’t it! When I got choked, it would Start in my chest, then pull my neck, Drain my eyes and dri...
Read This in the Spring
a year ago
READ THIS IN THE SPRING Son, read this letter in the Spring I want you to hear me with the birds And think of me in the sun. I know it is odd that I ask you choose the Spring Because our winters lack winter, there at home. What makes winter winter, really does not exist there at home. But the Spring really does make itself noticeable! The sun’s shift is small but curing, And like that, we do not feel childhood, there at home. But oh, how warm the feeling of adulthood How liberating is the feelin...