depth – William Ricci

Poem – Connections

Wandering the fields,a dusting of snow coats mature pine trees and grasses. They run free and wild as...

I don’t need words and pages to explain the concept of hell – just being human, just living...

I awoke – from the ocean pushed deep from the waters weight I could not breath, I could...

November is the transition of fall to winter. November gives up the red, orange, yellow, and gold for...

Each day rolls into the next nothing has changed except the distance between the smile and the struggle...

The stronghold strengthens the winter depth deepens. The hill overlooks treetops holding pockets of snow to the empty...