Excerpt from a Romantic Novel – “9 Months to Live” – 2/21/2021

“Repetition is a cruel splash of the hardest hail upon our faces. Of life, where moments matter more than dreams. Of love, where sadness speaks more than the moments that indeed fade. For life, a person will always gain. For love, a person will always lose.” – Peter A.W. Wyatt

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Psychology – “Why only Positive Emotions Generates Creative Energy” – 2/18/2021

“Depression is not a cue for productivity. Nor is grief the cue for a need to neglect the immediate sensations. We discover something so pure, as the positive emotions, only when everything we currently feel can be converted over to inspiration.” – Modern Romanticism If research tells us that both positive and negative emotions can […]

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Philosophy – “The Greatest Limitation of Science” – 10/30/2020

“Science has no purpose, other than the benefit for the flawed form. Yet, to make the form perfect, is to also make the mind imperfect. We are insane, when we realize not our own limitations.” – Modern Romanticism Mind and body, where the former is perfect, as the latter is not. No science comprehends the […]

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Philosophy – “Why Creative Non-Fiction is an Oxymoron” – 10/14/2020

“A lie is imagination, burning an image into sight only ever convincing. The truth, however, is something that wallops you so hard, you will find it shocking.” – Modern Romanticism How far can a writer take creativity, when it comes to a fact? To comprehend creativity, itself, as unlimited in the human imagination, will make […]

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Poem – “Stranded on my Knees” – Religion – 10/5/2020

How much bloodCan erase the letters on these worn pages?I have become something elseTo the bitternessOf one heart, written in the soil,Of one droplet of crimson,Fed to my mouth.He glistens on the cross,He stays there,Sheltering his own eyes with the sun,Finding a place where I cannot runTo make my home. Upon my knees,Stranded in senseless […]

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Quote – “Not for the Sake of Imperfection” – 9/17/2020

“To him, of her, he could not call what he’s seen as imperfections. He could not, for he viewed with an eye that held love to its sight. Almighty in its department, love perfected those imperfections, and they were no longer able to become broken.” – Modern Romanticism

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Quote – “A Tale of Grief” – 9/17/2020

“Whispering through the soil, would ricochet the sheer emptiness that pertains to his defeat. Her defeat, too, runs through the dust and debris of the gathered earth, of miles into endlessness. One word from his mouth would not rupture a thing. One word from his mouth would not ever damage another thing. One finger, or […]

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