Peter Wallace

The smallest of details matter I see when you two connect The one and the three Thirteen B I saw you glance past the lens You lit up inside You looked down and filled in the spaces You showed me what you wrote B, the two dots One on top, one on bottom A B — read more

Unrequited love with work You’re my reason to wake up And my ware from nightmare You mean more than cash More than a conversation and laugh No, perhaps you’re not yet aware Of the daily despair of quests lost Replaced by questions of Should I spend every day of my life here? — read more

Almonds take the form of spheres in your presence. A peek at you is proscribed, yet it’s the only thing I set out to accomplish. An accomplishment is supposed to be a journey with a destination reached. We are meant to go together. Please understand, though, that I feel paralyzed around you. Regardless, your presence — read more

The ocean sings, the winds whisper, and the trees dance. You don’t notice. You don’t see that this world was created just for you. Every second of every day was crafted meticulously for you to be observably happy. The ocean sparkles for you, the winds whisper for you, and the trees dance for you. Yet — read more