Hello friends! Super short this week! I wrote this poem a few days ago to depict my love for breezes blowing through open windows. It is rich with imagery. Let me know which line is your favorite! (Let's get that comment section bumpin') Share this article with a friend please! Love you all! "Open Window" As my feet dangle out the window, Waiting for fresh oxygen molecules to nibble The dead from my skin, I smell the absence of my apartment— And oh, it makes me hungry for a

It's Friday and, as promised, here's a poem! Just to preface, this poem is not about me or anyone I know haha. It has intended meaning, of course, but it's about some fictional characters. I tried to create some imagery with this one without using specific rhyme or meter. Notice the use of the format and let me know in the comments what you think the signifigance of the formatting is. Additionally, I was trying to see how much of a story I could tell with minimal explanation

Hello friends. I've been secretely drafting poems for the past 6 months now. Not one of these poems has been read by anyone other than me. Not even my wife. Why? I don't know why. I'm at a point in my life where I wonder what the future is going to hold for me but a common theme has started to emerge during my thought-sessions: My life has already been full and nothing suggests that it with cease to be so. Maybe you feel the same? Maybe not? As I reflect on the things that ha

"A man tells the same story so many times that he ultimately becomes the story” - Edward Bloom, Big Fish Whenever I think of Heber City, UT, I’m immediately transported back in time to when my father would take us to Dairy Keen for a burger and a shake on the way home from a semi-annual fishing trip. However, in my adulthood, I have found it much harder to be emotionally anchored to a location or event like I used to be. That’s why, I find it worthwhile t

I have frequently told my wife that any art form you think about for multiple days is achieving its intended purpose. My wife and I recently drove down to Southern Utah for a Juneteenth getaway and I could not stop telling her that I thought the red cliffs looked like a live painting (not to mention my frequent references to Radiator Springs from Cars). She was probably sick of my repetitive requests to take a selfie with the sun setting behind the solid red giant

“No matter how dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country, be it ever so beautiful. There is no place like home.” - L. Frank Baum (The Wonderful Wizard of Oz) Besides your own house, where have you felt most “at home?” Personally, I would choose London, England—where I lived for two years and served the people of Great Britain. But what makes a place, people, or notion feel like “home?” Hopefully you

“So much of what we do is ephemeral and quickly forgotten—even by ourselves, so it’s gratifying to have something you have done linger in people’s memories.” - John Williams It’s really saying something when a 22-year-old college student feels surges of pure nostalgia over a movie/soundtrack that came out 35 years before he was even born. As a kid, my brother and I would stay up late most nights and watch (and rewatch) our VHS copies of Star Wars (the originals), imagining

Have you ever wanted to explore a castle? What about a castle of ice—like in Disney’s Movie: Frozen? Do you remember the first scene of that movie where a team of men are harvesting ice in the mountaintops? They sing a song called: “Frozen Heart” that goes a little something like this: “Born of cold and winter air And mountain rain combining This icy force both foul and fair Has a frozen heart worth mining So cut through the heart, cold and clear Strike for love and strike fo

Perhaps the only thing that could’ve calmed my untamed nerves after driving on the freeway for two hours in stop and go traffic was taking a seat in the Salt Lake City Ballet West auditorium and shortly after, beholding one of the most fascinating experiences of my life: The Nutcracker. As a kid, my attitude was: if a song is too slow, skip it; if an opera is too hard to understand, avoid it; and if a ballet is too supple, don’t go to it. Yep, I’ll admit it right now, growin

I’m sure we’ve all been in a place before where we see a live magic trick or an impressive movie stunt and we think to ourselves: “Wow! How in the world did they pull that off?” Well, whenever I burden the chair cushions of Hale Center Theater with my presence, there is never a time where that is not my exact response. As a kid, I remember watching my first show at Hale Center Theater—A Christmas Carol—and clutching my arm rest as the fictional character, Jacob Marley, was fl

My goodness, has it been a while. In case you have forgotten the author's name due to extreme inactivity, my name is Cale Montoya. If you are new to my blog, welcome. If you are coming back, hello again. If you are Cale Montoya, where in the world have you been?? The answer: Wedding planning, getting married (04/24/24), moving into a new apartment, living married, working full time as a screenwriter at BYUtv creating our own original show, and grinding the spring/su

Well, I swear I started this post on Friday, but it will posted on Saturday because now it's past midnight. But alas, t'is here...

#oneaday Here we go again! Still going strong... just a little late today... In honor of my recent trip to the Provo Temple,...

#Oneaday Here we are, another day, another piece of content. Usually, I like to switch up how often I write poems as opposed to short...

Please forgive me as I forgive myself. It has now been over five weeks since I have last posted a blog. Who knew that life could get so...

1 hour till midnight! I told myself I would, and so I will! It's Friday and here comes a weekly blog post....just very late. Yet again,...

Happy Blog day everybody! With the commencement of a new job, new school semester, and lots of personal projects, I have found it...

I'm speechless. Welcome to my blog post this week, you are in for quite the read. Perhaps of all the poems I have ever written and short...

Merry late Christmas! And Happy New Year this week! I'll keep this one brief because you all probably have better things to do than read...

Yuhhhh! Last week's blog came to you from Arizona and this one comes to you from California/Nevada. But regardless of where it came from,...