Book splits open with a tremor of the spine
And the heavy scent of pages well aged overwhelms...
I'm ready to live-
just cut my strings and tell me...
I often wonder why
that homeless woman...
Tonight I stare up at the stars.
The sky is clear without a single cloud...
I wait, like a genie
sealed inside a whiskey bottle...
To Sleep
Copyright Corinne Curcio February 24, 2009...
In the heavy light of the moon,
curtains lie like silken shadows...
"Life is like a photograph; you develop from...
Everyone perceives you, especially your close...
Why is it just
so electrifying...
The Aftermath
(Dedicated to all the martyrs, victims and their...
A fan of flashes that come in all white.
Raindrops are just needles to inject life into...
Night swallows me whole, down its long, sequined...
Nearly extinguishing all other light but that...