words by dominic riccitello

Feb 24, 2026

it’s windy

in solitude i remember moments
roads we cling to
before the hinges broke
on doors we swung

i stand in the revolving
trying to find myself in electricity
in the magnitude of what we become
yet i perceive you in flashes
in the way the glass taps the counter
the granite we chose in the fall of nineteen

to become is what we feel
we feel what we become
in the years we gave to time
and i commend you
in this
and in bliss

and i long for time
not because it exists
but because it was

we stand in our truth and hold still
i find you here between sprinklers
the grass grows and sometimes it burns
we carry this to bring something forth

i’m not sure if you loved
i’m not sure if you feel
i’m not sure if any of this was real

but it was to me

and if time feels real
then it is

and i equate you with what i exist inside
in time
in bliss
in heaven
and in the wind of what you call this

words by dominic riccitello
Feb 5, 2026

35

we relay in fragments
shadows behind mirrors
we form ourselves in steps
in the sway we make as we pace

i find triumph between words
conversations left at doors
we make ourselves in turns
the twirl of our years

we spin in questions
in formation
in pumpkins in the fall

we grab jagged daggers
hands forward tied backward
we’re dancing with knives
bullets of wind
the echo inside what this is

i listen for you
that sound the crackle the density
the way wax melts and builds

we pool our thoughts
in this and in you
and we is how we found it

i loved you in the ether
in timeless classics
in the way your mouth twists

i touch you
yet i leave you
so something can remain
without us

people believe we come to find
i believe we are here to exist
to learn
to desire in this bliss

we echo at stage right
and i stand ever so tall
we leave lessons for ourselves
the bends
the questions
the hesitation

i told you
this is what we made it
this is what this is

triumph is misery
misery without hesitation
life between the mist
the fog of our years

i told you i would find you here
between years of thirty five

words by dominic riccitello
Dec 31, 2025

2025

i lean into reasons
how the sky reads and pages burn
clouds fade into things we speak
into existence in quiet rooms
and i ask for you in forms
in windows i drive by
to see you in reflection
is the only thing real to me

i fade into time
in clocks
in the tick
the sound of you
we’re spinning in circles
i’m crawling from hell
and i take you
i accept you
i read into moments

i stay in the in-between
in pauses
in almosts
in the breath before names
i watch my hands forget
what they were holding
i listen for you
in the quiet after noise
in rooms that remember
even when we don’t

i measure distance
in footsteps
in streetlights
in how long it takes
to miss you
i count the space
between thoughts
between knocks at the door
between wanting
and asking

we break into two
when the tip hits the top
we stand in time
wondering to wander
existing to prosper
and i etch this
into my feet
into the ground
into what i call this
when i call for the sound

we break in time
i find myself in years
between shadows in night
the dim of the bathroom
the noises in night
i accept you
i still look for you
the sound in me
that sound i remember

do you feel this?

i walk beside the window
and i walk between lights
i stood outside the doorway
we didn’t speak words
but we talked anyway

words by dominic riccitello
Dec 2, 2025

how easy is easy

i know time nests
in the small corners of midnight
i feel your touch
the edge of it, the rise of it, the moment
we slip into those darker chambers
where feeling can pretend to hold us
we shift, we strain
two bodies rehearsing the idea
of coming together

i see you in that hour
your waking pulse
your heat spilling into the room
it embarrasses me
the rawness of it
the way truth becomes grotesque
when it passes through your eyes

i touch the paint
just to feel it drying
to see if anything here is real
to test the outline of possibility

it’s easy to lose yourself
in moments
in murmured words
in the silhouettes people cast
when there’s no light left

i still feel you
i feel the air gather
i hear your shape in the quiet
and i hate admitting it
it unsettles me
it spoils
it collapses into itself
and there you are
found
but only
as an abrupt ending

words by dominic riccitello
Oct 20, 2025

acid rain

i feel you in rain
the reins on my neck
the void in my pain
i feel your skin
in memory’s grain
the quiet bruise of tonight

i laugh in your stare
the empty, the gaze
the devotion that once held
it echoes in glass
in static
in every place i swore i left you

you reach a point
where everything drifts from here
the moment it broke
the moment we took
the moment i chose
to stop the pain
of how you wanted it
how i designed it to be

yet design is cruel
it never forgets the curve
of what was once real

i built walls around your ghost
and called them peace
still, some nights
when the rain hums low
i feel you pull
not back to me
but through me

and i let it
because even emptiness
feels like something
when it carries your name

words by dominic riccitello
Oct 8, 2025

veins

under darkened rainfall
i forget the hour
something in the static
calls me by a name again

glass hums against my skin
the air, electric
a pulse between what is
and what could never

the lights smear into motion
each reflection half-alive
as if the city remembers
what i keep trying to lose

you stand somewhere
between signal and echo
half-formed in the hum
of a world still buffering

i keep walking
past the wet blur of neon veins
as if a street would answer you
as if it ever could

words by dominic riccitello
Oct 6, 2025

and i spin

to be between
two timelines
atop pavement spinning
wheels i once called feet
i’m blurring the lines
stepping on roads that met
my daze in time
and i frolic between two versions—
one that knew, and one that couldn’t

i feel, at times,
i spin in motion
believing emotion burns in memory
you furlong
and i etch these in paint
to blur and mend
i create the version in my mind
that once felt like—

two atop
burning in memory
i can feel it
i can taste it
the scent in moments
the longing in memory
i can feel the distance between then and now
and i wonder if time ever finds you—
here or there—
or if i’m standing in moments
wading and waiting

and maybe time doesn’t find us
maybe it folds
crushing the versions we made
the ones that reached, and the ones that stayed
maybe we’re still spinning—
the pavement, the blur, the ache—
trying to return
to the same second that broke

if time finds you,
does it find me
or the ghost i became
trying to keep

words by dominic riccitello
Oct 2, 2025

40

i find us
interlocked in time
in oasis of memory
between the soundless burn of nicotine

i etch you in tuesdays
for a decade that collapsed
i wade through torn timelines

beyond my knees
the weight of yesteryear
i break into fragments
in voids of memory
a black hole pulling
time warped beneath the bark
of branches i once felt

i stay twirled
in voices
in lightness
your lighter flickers
i said let’s build the fire
yet smoke fractures thought
of us beneath the lights
in streets of tomorrow

i made this
to touch this
to feel this
to bend this

the glue in our bones
marrow in my soul
i remember your touch
the scent
your arms around me

at times
we believe time moves
yet what you fail to see

time moves with you
through memory
beyond fractured nostalgia
i find you
in doorways of my mind
we linger
in fumes of fire
in lost desire
in ashes of sin
your fingers entwined

your face
something
i swore i’d only see again
inside my mind

words by dominic riccitello
Sep 9, 2025

in the sweat of skin

…and time finds you
between colors of midnight
summer turned fall
i collide into
things we said
emotion
twisted hesitation
twirled between yesterday and today

i find you
in heat
in coldness
in humidity

the thing is
i can still
feel you
breathing

words by dominic riccitello
Sep 7, 2025

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i find you in pieces,
in meanings,
in the deepest of darkest
secrets.

to the wind and i’m gone,
drifting on sin
to feel you—
this aggressiveness,
a touch felt surface.

i extend to repent,
ideas in my head,
the echoes of song,
the vibrations of hands against
my ears are something i hold
so ever clear.

to swim in this,
to feel bliss in my truth.
i miss ideas of us,
words atop hills i recall
in summers of twenties.

to realize is to believe,
to find you in song.

i seem to hear everything—
words and conversations,
i hear the wind,
it’s flickering
in and out.

the doors are shutting,
it’s revolving and i’m spinning.

i live to exist
not in time but in this,
in hypertrophy,
but not as you think.

i extend in cells,
i become to be,
i break to find,
i extend my life
to expand in time.

i believed in you
as i believed in this.

truth unraveled in the pause.
it takes two to tango,
but one to let go.

words by dominic riccitello