Peter A.W. WyattWhy Identity is Nothing to be Proud forName the solider who was proud enough to boast about saving his comrade’s life, and I’ll show you the same saved soldier who dumped…Sep 19, 2020Sep 19, 2020
Peter A.W. WyattStart fading Beneath the centered sunlight On your captivated expression.You catch the fallen droplets, Like lost autumn leaves, Like one forgotten summer That enjoyed its daylight, Before grief had spawned from…Sep 17, 2020Sep 17, 2020
Peter A.W. WyattExcerpt — Short Story — “Scenery’s Grief” — Tale of a Mourning PainterHow is pain felt? Is it not like the storm gathered in its heaviest gray? Would the gray remain for long, before letting loose what it has…Sep 17, 2020Sep 17, 2020
Peter A.W. WyattPOEM — “YOUR RADIANT SKIES” — ROMANCEOpen your eyes, Release your vows Upon this platter of mercy. I promise to never call out To flaws I could simply kiss.Sep 15, 2020Sep 15, 2020
Peter A.W. WyattPOEM — “LIFT YOU ON HIGHEST CURVES” — ROMANCEI’ll take your beauty To the furthest banks Of the deepest rivers Where tears were meant to be shed, Where separations were meant to be…Sep 15, 2020Sep 15, 2020