Rick Scibelli

Sculptors of the Hunt

"Finally he arrives at your door and you carefully usher him inside to the honored place you have reserved especially for him.   And one night at 3:00 a.m. yo...

The Path to Here

My dog, now awkwardly solo that his brother was suddenly gone and buried only two nights before, drank tap water from the motel room’s plastic trash can. No dog...

The Town Mill

One late December evening in 1949 in Cortez, Colorado, the Wark flour mill burned to the ground. Within eight months, the Wark family had it rebuilt and back in...

I Can’t Grow Squat

I have never had success gardening. With the exception of a few tomatoes (literally a total of three over the past several years) that appeared to be of the ‘su...