One Chapter at a Time
/A life unfolds in weeks, days, seconds, even infinitesimal moments. But it's made sense of and recalled in chapters. And chapters span years.
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Writing and photography by Ryan Trimble
A life unfolds in weeks, days, seconds, even infinitesimal moments. But it's made sense of and recalled in chapters. And chapters span years.
Read MoreWhat is gained when you miss the shot, what is lost when you get it?
Read MoreI've been thinking lately that we humans aren't as complex and mysterious as I'd originally supposed.
Read MoreI went camping and the moon was full and when it reached in the sky to eleven o’clock I abandoned my fire and walked.
Misfits threaten to diversify Provo, Utah, with The Boxcar Studios—an atelier and community events center.
Read MoreI remember nights on your patio, admiring your handiwork and greenthumbery, drinking whiskey or playing guitars, talking...
Read MoreI presented the following speech at UVU's My Word!, a ceremony that celebrates student art and writing as published in the English department's journals.
Read MoreIf we want a future with a public sphere that upholds American democracy, we need to rethink how we publish, pay for, and consume digital news media.
Read MoreFrank is owed a pension, but he can’t get it. Payroll won’t dispense it unless Frank has both an address and a bank account, but he can’t get either of those without the money.
Read MoreThis essay is for anyone in recovery who senses that sometimes it's the people who want the best for us that hold us down.
Read MoreThe first rule is to know that you will die and, barring a house fire, your photos will not.
Read MoreWhen Steve and his brothers puffed stogies in the woods, they felt like men. They felt as free as the smoke that wafted from their faces up into the ether.
Read MoreFree from delirium, I am full of delusions. Or am I? Where am I?
Read MoreThe skies are clearing, the days warming. I don't mind the pain.
Read MoreA profile of a young addict prompts reflection on the American way.
Read MoreA weblog and lifework. Powered by angst, ennui, and anhedonia.
Joplin blew out a hit. The smoke hung and twisted in the sunlight, and he studied it there, looking for an answer or sign.
I don’t know how best to tell you this, but you’re wrong. You’re wrong about me, and I fear you are wrong about the world.
When David Shay began smoking spice, he believed he was choosing a safe, legal alternative to marijuana.
Misfits threaten to diversify Provo, Utah, with The Boxcar Studios—an atelier and community events center.
A profile of a young addict prompts reflection on the American way.
Meditation has inspired me to "let go." But how can I engage the good fight if I give in?
Wordle is unique in that it’s an addiction you can’t indulge to your detriment.