mirror – William Ricci

Poem – A Reflection in Time

The child stares into the mirror of the adult he is to become and both wonder why. the...

In what appears as two strangers passing in an overcrowded train station waiting to be taken home, I...

It is frighteningly easy to give up hope and lose a sense of place and purpose when the...

Part one of “The Sea”. Part two should be up in a couple of days. Across the sea...

New poetry has been posted on “Beneath the Remains.” Blood Voice with no Voice

Some mornings the face turns and questions. I have no answers except confusion and distance. Is this where...

New poetry has been posted on “Beneath the Remains.” As I Mirror Mirror 2

The mirror is still and silent. The mirror has no voice. The mirror follows me neither of us...

(1) In this dream I watched your silhouette dress. Sounds of the streets below carried by the autumn...

The burning city settles below the horizon as evening darkens trees and empty streets. ~ Lost into haze...

Greetings friends. Just a quick note that I have been honored with having two poems (Fracture 93 and...