In 2014, Dr. Brenden Nyhan, a professor at Dartmouth University, published a study about vaccines. However, this wasn’t your typical vaccine study - instead of studying the production of vaccines or whether they caused some strange side effect, the study focused on the people receiving the vaccines. Dr. Nyhan and his team interviewed o...

A shift supervisor for the Cedar City temple invited those in attendance this past Sunday to come work at the temple. As part of a devotional that included the temple presidency, Justin Lee spoke to a room of around 100-150 college students. Lee admitted he was extending the invitation in part due to the difficulty he has finding full ...

Nathaniel Gordon Buck, 23, died of natural causes in Cedar City on Friday, Jan. 31, 2025. Nathaniel was born on Jan. 1, 2002 in Provo, Utah to Jamis Buck and Tessa Buck (nee Short). The oldest of four children, he was also the first baby born in Utah County and the second born in the state of Utah in the year 2002. At the age of four, ...

The clatter of dice intermingles with the sounds of electronic music as players eagerly await their game master's next words. He pauses for a moment, his face creased in thought, then leans forward. “An eight?” He pauses again, then describes one player's character attempting to link minds with the horrific monster they've been hunting...

I'd like to make a statement: of all the forms of visual/audio entertainment out there, video games continue to be one of the best and most-developed forms available to the public. Sure, you can read a book or listen to a song and be moved by it, but you can't stop halfway through the song to go off on a side tangent with the bassline ...

Well Here it is The final poem Big ol' #30 It's funny This doesn't feel as impactful to me Even though I wrote 30 poems I don't feel super special about this Did I grow? Not really Did I learn anything new? Not really But maybe sometimes You've just got to try something To realize at the end That you only did it to say you did it I now...

Secrets I hate secrets They are malignant tumors Feeding off the hatred and fear Present within us all Why do we feel like We need to hide things? Rhetorical question, I know But a question I ask All the same Because at the end of the day Secrets cause more harm than they hide Break more relationships than they protect Ruin more days t...

Hurried footsteps Clanking swords Faint behind him Parchment clutched In his left hand The locket with their portrait Tucked in his breast pocket He rounds a corner Stops in his tracks Surrounded Glinting metal Sharp demands Protect the truth Runs through his mind Deep breath Hands up Closed eyes Muttered words Bright flash Dark glade ...

She makes a noise And my senses are on high alert A pang of fear grips my heart My hands clutch the wheel We just had you checked Why do you continue to do the thing? Why are cars so confusing?

I grip her cold hands As the beep Slowly elongates

Too many cooks Spoil the broth How many broths Spoil a cook?

We don't have to live in fear When the awful times come near Don't be so hard on yourself God loves you so much more than you can comprehend So you ought to at least show a little bit of kindness towards yourself I have had some mighty struggles But they will soon be gone And I will be proud to be Clean on all accounts

They sit down at the computer To compose an e-mail Get five words in and Realize they don't have the spoons to continue Tonight

Today was a long day so My poem is Inversely a short poem

The feeling of the day: The joy and elation you feel When you beat a hard level in a video game And just yell "YES!" And then realize you very well could be the only person Awake

Have you ever wanted To mess with The structure of a poem? Just me? Well Consider this your challenge

He spots the flowers They are beautiful They will work perfectly In the masterpiece he is making He begins to walk towards them One foot after the other His mind racing with possibilities He waves at his neighbor Invites them to come with him Excitement fills his body Until Like a water balloon stretching at the seams He bursts into a ...

They turn on the computer Open the forum And see the post made early this morning Their heart aches They reach for the keyboard To type a response And then pause Do they make some rote remarks Well-tread Comforting But not that full of heart? Do they spend time Precious time Composing a thought-out Heartfelt response And hope the origi...

I promise I'm not purposefully forgetting that I need to write

Juneteenth I am a White Cisgender Straight American Male Today is Juneteenth It feels weird to say that. I realize why And I hate that it feels weird to me I feel awkward saying "Happy Juneteenth" And I feel like part of that Is because I am White Talking about a Black Holiday I'm ok with being uncomfortable But for how long? How long ...

Indecision You know that feeling you get When you sit down to do something But you can't think of something to do? I'm not talking about forgetting What you were just about to do (Though that is also annoying) I'm talking about good-ol' indecision Where nothing seems appealing, yet you Want to find something Anything Maybe it's related...

Problems There's something satisfying About solving a problem You thought had no easy answer By stumbling into the answer Completely by accident There's something frustrating About finding a problem You thought had an easy answer And them stumbled into a non-existent answer Completely by accident Sometimes I can predict which one of th...

What Seems Like An Eternity At Work (Thirty minutes left Until I can go home from my shift) Ok, I think, Just focus on the books. The time'll fly just like that. Scan what feels like thirty books. (Twenty-five minutes left) Oh boy. One of those days Focus Keep scanning (Twenty minutes left) Dear Publishers, I think, please stop calling...

Switching Ideas Sometimes, when my brain gets an idea I eagerly dive into it Following it almost single-mindedly Until a new idea comes along And pulls me away This is not always a problem Unless a project remains unfinished And I never regain the momentum To finish it Someday When I sit atop my mountain of unfinished projects Maybe I'...

Old Books I work with old books But not just books Sometimes While I'm working I find little mementos in the books Like a note someone's written Or a piece of something they must have Thrown away with the book Yesterday It was a missionary name badge For the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. A couple days ago, It was a $20 b...

Tonight's poem is Shorter than usual due To me being tired

Shaky Legs My legs shake When I'm anxious My legs shake When I'm scared My legs shake When I'm frustrated My legs shake When I'm excited My legs shake When I'm tired My legs shake When I'm cold My legs shake My legs shake My legs shake … To all the leg-shakers of the world It's going to be ok

There is no title for this poem Because I have a hard time titling things Titles are supposed to be pithy statements That can be tied into the meaning of a poem (Yes, I realize that with practice you can get better at writing them I've only written eight of these things - gimme some slack) Titles are supposed to catch a reader's eye Ge...

Things I Need To Stop Getting Mad About Apps that don't do what I need (read: want) them to do People I respect getting pile-driven (is that the word?) into the ground, metaphorically or physically Proof that the human body is not invincible Video games not responding how I want them to Phones not charging up as quickly when plugged in...

I got my second Covid shot today and now I'm feeling real tired.