Category: Prose

• Memorial Day

  

  Part of me never came home. Part of me never left.

  Rob Wyatt

  May 25, 2026

  Prose, Unshielded

  army, cost, endurance, honesty, journey, loss, memory, patriotism, poetic prose, regret, sacrifice, service, war

• The Bourbon Worked Anyway

  

  Time did not slow to match the size of my grief.

  Rob Wyatt

  May 21, 2026

  Prose, Unshielded

  bourbon, grief, introspection, longing, memory, ordinary life, poetic prose, reflection, time

• Don’t Do That, It Hurts

  

  Some men only know how to hand love across sideways.

  Rob Wyatt

  May 13, 2026

  Prose, Walking the Field

  appalachia, awareness, connection, journey, lived experience, love, memory, middle life, phenomenology, poetic prose, record, reflection, scars, Walking the Field, words

• Same Page, Different Light

  

  The same page reads differently under different light.

  Rob Wyatt

  May 8, 2026

  Prose, Walking the Field

  growth, honesty, introspection, journey, lived experience, memory, poetic prose, quiet contemplation, reflection, Walking the Field

• Not Meant to Land

  

  Most things arrive before we’re ready to understand them.

  Rob Wyatt

  May 6, 2026

  Prose, Walking the Field

  advice, appalachia, experience, fatherhood, learning the hard way, lived experience, reflection, wisdom

• On the Record

  

  I write it down​ so I can’t pretend I didn’t know.

  Rob Wyatt

  May 3, 2026

  Prose, Walking the Field

  accountability, honesty, identity and self, inner witness, integrity, record, writing

• The Tyranny of Time

  

  The years don’t hurry; they just fail to return.

  Rob Wyatt

  April 21, 2026

  Prose, Walking the Field

  impermanence, middle life, mortality, ordinary life, passage of time, poetic prose, reflection, regret, time, Walking the Field

• Background Noise

  

  Not everything quiet is about to break.

  Rob Wyatt

  April 20, 2026

  Prose, Walking the Field

  appalachia, awareness, background noise, birds, ordinary life, poetic prose, presence, stillness, Walking the Field

• Tending

  

  Some work exists to be continued, not completed.

  Rob Wyatt

  March 31, 2026

  Held Ground, Prose

  endurance, grace, honesty, patience, poetic prose, silence, stillness

• I Don’t Pray

  

  Mercy was never the language I trusted.

  Rob Wyatt

  March 22, 2026

  Held Ground, Prose

  duty, endurance, honesty, mercy, poetic prose, poetry, prayer, sacred, silence, solitude