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If there was ever a time to believe in magic, it would be tonight. Today, I turned 25 years old, and tonight is the night of the Christmas Comet. I’ve always looked for the mystical and fantastical in small things. Little bits of luck, coincidence, and beauty in the every-day always felt like more. I…
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I have a weird love for Spanish Fork, Utah. Not for the main part where highway 6 runs through, but for the Southern and Western half of town: away from the developing city. That part I love is Spanish Fork Main Street. For years, I couldn’t put my finger on what attracted me to this…
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I began writing poetry when I was 12 years old. I faithfully wrote, then typed, saved, and transferred every scrap of poetry, prose, and story that came was born from my mind. Yesterday, in hopes of finding something worth professional publication, I decided to go through every bit of my writing from the last decade…
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When the wind picks up and the temperature drops down- When harvest is gathered and leaves turn and fall- When the daylight fades and the darkness waxes strong- That’s when the ghosts plague us all. We are all haunted by our own ghostly ghouls: Haunted by the apparitions of our troubled souls. Haunted by…
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Writing Challenge: Sept 5, 2018 Prompt: Write about the hands of someone you love. She’s always worn several rings, at least she has for as long as I can remember. There was her wedding band: small diamonds set in gold, and her child-rings featuring a gemstone representing each month one of us grandchildren were born.…
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I cried tonight The first time since we broke us. The first tears since the last time That we failed to break the curse that keeps us apart. I cried tonight. The first time since I gave up. The first ache since I allowed numbness To replace sharp despair over how close we…
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One last, one last time. You asked me for one last, one last time. Against my better judgement I gave it to you. One last, one last time. I fell for you one last, one last time. I knew it would end- But I loved you. One last, one last time. I cried…
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It tastes like a long vacation: tropical mango, and island pineapple, and Margaritas on the beach. It tastes like childhood: water from a garden hose, potato chips, and peanut butter sandwiches. It tastes like satisfaction: salty sweat on tanned skin, a rushed lunch, and a glass of cold beer. It tastes like warmth: golden grains…
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Writing Challenge: April 25, 2018 Prompt: Write about a childhood memory. My sister and I shared a pair of skates. Old, beat-up, and no longer white but now a dirty-faded shade of yellow. Sitting on the large, covered deck, we would take our beat-up skates in hand and we would each put one on a…
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Writing Challenge: April 23, 3018 Prompt: Explain the tides As the Moon rises and the Sun sets, the oceans are pulled by the great love of their divine parents: running from the warm radiance of the Sun, to the comforting glow of the Moon and back to the Sun again. The tragedy of the Sun…
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Bringing Mae Flowers 