human – William Ricci

Poem – The Search

The sound of metal scraping across rock strewn fields is not the imagination filling time with stories and...

There is something dramatic and something many times larger than us. What surrounds and embraces us with reluctance...

I hear the news and see static images of people, real people, cast into life changing and ending...

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

Why do we continue to judge ourselves and our actions against a written word and faceless God when...

Before this fire painted the sky. Water and rivers of molten earth. The sun guarding the primordial land before...

That is all.