Metaphors and Memories

Hello! My brain is okay but I still don't really know what I'm doing in life. It is snowy where I am in Utah, the skies grayish and the ground too. I don't know why I haven't been blogging lately. I suppose it is because we move through life the way we do scattered rainstorms … Continue reading Metaphors and Memories


Poetry Friday: The Secret on My Lips

The Secret on My Lips I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine and weeks and months dissolve, and when the town’s asleep I tuck myself in bed but the secret on my lips is I can’t sleep It’s morning and I’m tired but empty so I write it out and soon I’ll curl in bed and … Continue reading Poetry Friday: The Secret on My Lips

Poetry Friday: Real People

Real People I can’t breathe the air in here. When did I get better, huh? Happened so slow I didn’t even notice. Dunno if it really happened. So much air, so much air. I can’t breathe it, can’t breathe it or I’ll die more deaths than I’ll allow. The in and out breath spins my … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Real People

Poetry Friday: Phantoms

Phantoms No phantoms speak black words tonight within my ears and out of sight. They often whisper chillingly The awful truths that I can’t see about the world and those that live and barely breathe and never give. I fear the phantoms but they come because, they say, there must be one to bear the … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Phantoms


I pray for trials because I know they bring me closer to God. This habit of mine has become something of a family joke; my family says I should leave them out of these prayers because they have enough trials. I think it's true and I try hard to get the point across to my … Continue reading Trials