years – William Ricci

Silent Objections

The calm water reflects the coldmorning sky coming on-line. Pierced by raven calls and lulledby rolling waves. Fragments...

And we sailed in a cosmic boat made from dreams across an ocean of stars. Guided by distant...

As my years here have grown, and the world around shrinks, the uncertainty of time increases, and if...

(1) When evening light scatters across the horizon hidden behind the treeline moving to the wind and free...

Dreams: Path or Reality What will it take to trust this path? How many more years will I...

Dreams: Path or Reality What will it take to trust this path? How many more years will I...