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

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 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...

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...

Hey y'all! Sending you my best from Arizona! This week's post is going to be a little different than usual... The idea did not come from...

Jolly Good! (Throwback to when I used to send out weekly emails on my mission and I usually started with this traditional English phrase)...

Happy late Thanksgiving everyone! I hope you know that I am grateful for you. My blog wouldn't be worth writing if there weren't people...

Happy Friday! It's that time again... This week's post is based on an idea I received last year in November (I always seem to pick the...

Howdy y'all! Thanks for tuning in this week and thanks for the amazing support last week! I was going to shout out some individuals who...

DON'T FORGET TO SUBSCRIBE! (See middle of "home" page) Hey everyone! Thank you for being you. I thought I would just tell you this week...

Thanks for tuning into another blog this week! As I've been thinking about how often I'll post these ol' things, I've decided that there...

I've truly wondered, time or two If life is all directed By Mystic hands from Heaven's view; Have my actions been collected? I ponder,...

Deep in a mystic thicket, There lay a mighty Scroll, Who's writings were most sacred And revealed man's destined role. It lay in...

Your chaos is His chaos, It takes new ownership; So seek the help of His grace When you make a faulty slip. Your prayer, He prayed a...

Sir Henry William George Monet, A poshly nob from Juppa, Sat merely idle, day by day, And sipped his kettle cuppa Though art and maths,...