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...

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...

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...

The scene opens to a stage that is created to look like a playground, in center stage is a swing set in a large "scoop" light. The main...

The rain appeared so evidently not in his favour as he plodded down the empty London streets in the bone-chilling darkness. Each street...

The carpenter spotted a well-aged block; He'd been looking for wood, since out of stock. Having much experience, and a knack for carving,...