Strip me of my color,
and no longer will I be judged...
Darling,
It's 8:02 am. Cold and snowy. Winter is just not...
Controversy
(the death of writers...
Quill quivers and quakes
Above the naked parchment...
This was written for a club challenge, Take your...
January 31st, 1876 All Native Americans were...
To Sleep
Copyright Corinne Curcio February 24, 2009...
I know it hurts to think of you,
But I can't do anything that will keep the thought...
You re cool and all
Well maybe I should stop lying...
Light glances through the mist-filled trees
Gentle hands weaving heart-strings...
i shower in the gray silence of
an autumn afternoon...
I'm glad I wrote to you,
even if you never ended up...
This body talks and interrupts
- my peace...