My Little Brother

One of the last poems I wrote in 2017. This poem is dedicated to my third brother who is three. 
Eyes like the sea. Curly blond hair.  Miniature of daddy;  Bulky and strong.  Temper like a devil.  Heart of an angel.   Kiss on both cheeks  Makes you feel loved. Carhartt Overall; Dirty three year old, muddy and happy. Some big bear hugs. A tender touch too The newest addition. Protector of sisters,  Wrestler among brothers.  Daring and adventuresome. A little boy  Who is big inside.  My little brother.  By Evelyn Creon

Troublesome Two

Dedicated to My two year old sister, and all other children of the age of two. 

Though I seem innocent  I'm very much not;  I'm the troublesome two And I have a plot.  You may know it  Or you might not, It doesn't really matter to me.  The house I've trash In less than an hour. You'll tare your hair out Before the day runs out.  My smile you can almost never resist. My cuteness is what I rely on To get away with the terrible  Messes I've made.  I get into everything  High or low.  I make things up,  And talk up a storm. I'm the troublesome two A nightmarish dream. By Evelyn Creon

Jimmy's Dream of Tire Popping

This short story was inspired by an experience I had right after New Years.  
Jimmy’s Dream of Tire Popping  Written by Evelyn Creon When humans see a rock, they don’t look at it as a living being, because in our world they’re not living. But what if a rock were living and had it’s, own dreams and responsibilities?
Let me introduce you to Jimmy the rock. He looks like any ordinary rock and has a story like any other rock. Jimmy’s story is unique though; it’s about how he popped my tire just because he could. It was his dream. Let me start from the beginning…
It was January second, two thousand eighteen, in the middle of winter. There had been no snow on the ground for about a week due to all the rain we had had right after Christmas. This was perfect condition for a rock slide. Jimmy was with all the other rocks waiting at the edge of the hillside for the perfect chance to fall. He had been working his way to the edge of the hillside for years.
When Jimmy was just a little rockling, he …

Hey, I'm back

A note from Idazle: Yippie, I am so excited to be back here post again. I already have this month all planned out. Can't wait to see what the rest of 2018 has in-store.  I really missed not posting every week.  

Farewell for Now

Small Update I am going to take a brake  from blogging for a month.  I plan on starting it up in February of 2018.    Evelyn/ Idazle 


I was talking with some friends of mine, and the subject of time came up. That conversation gave me an idea. What if we coul kill tome? There is no way to actually eliminate it from our lives, but what if there was? Instead of being successful on trying to kill time I took a different angle on it. 

Touched by time, kills a person Never has it not.  Time pulls you in,  An spits you out.  It takes control of us.  Directing our timing and place.  An order we can't control.  The only way of life we know.
By Evelyn Creon. 

Feeling of regret

While going through some of my old writing I came across this short piece of poetry. It was written during the big scare of the forest fires in the Columbia Gorge. 
Cold feeling of regret  That pierces through ones soul.  A hole simular to being stabbed in the chest, By some enemy of the unknown. By Evelyn Creon