Double Nickels

Double nickels wise and true.

Complications, that make me blue.

Integrity tested throughout my soul.

It appears as though I’ve lost my goal.

Ripples of passion against my heart.

Am I headed for a brand new start?

I gaze around at all I see.

I wonder what is wrong with me.

The toll it takes is wearing me down.

I speak the words, do you hear my sound?

Thunder in his soul, as he looks at me,

rattles my cage, and then sets me free.

M.W.P. - A poem dedicated to my brother who lost his fight with heroin at age 46.

Today I think of you,

so many years have past.

The picture of your face,

in my mind will always last.

Such wasted years we had,

miles apart were we.

The house was filled with two,

oh I wish it had been three.

Your pain was not your own,

I shared it every day.

I’d wish that you were clean,

I hoped, I begged, and prayed.

Then one day you were gone.

The call came in the night. 

I laid in bed and cried,

till the darkness turned to light.

Each year on this day,

you’re heavy on my heart.

But one day soon I know,

you’ll have a brand new start.

I love you Mickey

"Willow Dreams" by Timothious Clayton Smith

I am pleased to introduce Timthious Clayton Smith, a talented writer, and poet. He has submitted a lovely poem, I would like to showcase this month. You can read more of his work at Poems by Timothious



Timothious Clayton Smith was born in North Kansas City, Missouri. Timothious and his brothers were often read to by their mother. And although their mother tried to read the normal children's books, they craved more, resulting in being read to from whatever she was currently reading. This meant bedtime stories where normally something from Edgar Allen Poe or the like. 

Willow Dreams

By Timothious

Oaken embers glow in the hearth

The smell of beechnut flavored beer

Dogwoods flower and perfume the earth

And what do Willows dream, dear?

They dream to be women

To have their beauty and grace

To lure to taunt and lures of men

But most of all to have your face.

They dream of your fair skin

Of drinking deep the pools of your eyes

Of the looks you bring from men

Even your sorrows, your tears and cries

They dream of being like you 

They wish for your smile 

And even your beauty true

Your nose, your lips and to laugh just awhile

They dream of your hair 

How they wish it could be 

They would grow it long with care

So for the beauty of all to see

But they know it cannot be 

So, they wait by the stream

And let their dreams flow to the sea

But of only you do they dream

“Animated August”

Hello my friends!

The flurry of August has jumped in with two feet, and rushed right past me. 

This was a busy time for our household. Filled with friends, family, tiny “I love you grandma” voices, food, wine, laughter, and joy. 

Since August 1st we’ve had the privilege of overnight guests every weekend. We've enjoyed the activities of the Omak Stampede, and World Famous Suicide Race. 

In addition to all that excitement we experienced two haboobs! Now that was a first! 

The rest of the month continued in this pattern.

My writing is pushing forward. My second book is taking on a life of it’s own. Slowly morphing into a theme of emotions, which for me has been very revealing. With each realization comes more excitement.

Stay tuned, and keep cool in this heat, and unpredictable summer weather…. and most importantly,  never let the passion die.