memories – Page 2 – William Ricci

From a Puppy

We brought Leroy home in early 2011, shortly after I returned from Alaska. I was apprehensive of bringing...

Childhood memories of running through the yard, of dirt being kicked up, of throwing a ball and a...

Absent of light the canvas becomes black – in the blackness there is not nothing – there is...

I am petrified, The walls surrounding me Reaching towards Heaven and Hell Thoughts consumed, Turn towards the past...

Fall has taken over Minnesota and what on average are the hottest days of the year, has become...

This is the second of three parts to the “Old Barn” poems. The Oklahoma Barn 1 In the...

An old abandoned barn lies on the east side of town, at the end of Baker’s road, where...

Since it finally snowed in Minnesota, I have pulled the following poem from the archives. It was written...

I recently turned 38 and life, of course, deviated from the one set in stone paths, the direction...