Spring |
SPRING mark a. curciAnd how the grave begins to breathe.Thin shards ripping Up throughResurrection.Posies spinning drunkEating themselves, swallowingAnd Ranting lustful notionsIn their wet belchesBuil...
Posted by on Sat, 02 May 2009 21:13:00 GMT |
Green |
happy national poetry month! -mGreen.mark a. curciSomewhere Spring reaches out and awakens this sleeping thing deep inside the world. It screams for awhile, and when it finally remembers no one can he...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Apr 2009 19:00:00 GMT |
S h e l t e r |
my 8th and likely final draft (at least before sharing with the public) of a short story I've been working on, in part, for a year... and my centerpiece for gradschool application......please, enjoy i...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 02:10:00 GMT |
Button your eyes at Coraline.com/buttoneyes |
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Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2009 18:26:00 GMT |
HOPE: A Statement of Belief and a matter of Principle- |
An Essay on America- 29OCT2008
by Mark A. Curci
Friends, countrymen, and people I may only tenuously know through the world of facebook and, MySpace and- really, anyone else who will LISTEN...
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Posted by on Fri, 31 Oct 2008 01:23:00 GMT |
It smells like Chrismas. |
...It smells like Christmas right now, and I don't know why.
It's 3:00 am. I'm waiting for my turn to clean the bathrooms.
We lost a resident tonight, a couple hours ago. I was a hundred feet away, wa...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jul 2008 02:59:00 GMT |
Life in Reverb |
...for some reason; this kept getting cut off in the last one, so here it is, all by its lonesome...(also by Very) Life in Reverb Bouncing off the walls Floating in a hot tub Filled with a...
Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 18:56:00 GMT |
teary April Showers = sad-sack May Poetry |
Well, been hard at work here- this is a collection of poems I wrote i the last couple weeks (though some of them I'm tooling to become songs)-It's only about half of what I got; my wrists are sore fro...
Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 18:55:00 GMT |
Billy Freedom takes a chance |
Billy Freedom takes a chance. by very curci The world's become an ashtray. Or maybe just our hearts. Or maybe just my heart. A lot of chicks stubbed out their self destruction there in excha...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 15:26:00 GMT |
New Fiction |
...these are just fragments of two bigger projects which I am working on... so, if you bother reading this, take it as a polaroid bouquet a'la Block... but, that can be artsy in it's own right... ...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 17:49:00 GMT |
