voice – William Ricci

Poem – Secrets

Behind the red glass what being or consciousness watches our every move? The voice behind the glass asks...

I pass trees on either side, deeper into the forest and further form the fields, leaving one realm...

From the highest peaks and the lowest depths. From the valleys and the oceans. We cast downward eyes...

I see you in fragmented dreams images from a life I have not lived unfocused faces and voices...

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

Weeks have passed since my last visit. Jack pine needles blanket the pole barn’s roof a painting of...

I have spent many hours the past few weeks, in quiet contemplation. Setting aside books, news, papers, pen;...