Sometime in the late 90’s, in a Florida café, I attended a poetry event with my friend and artist Kiki Calafell. Kiki and I began talking about the loss and death of nine-year-old Amber Hagerman, who was kidnapped and murdered in 1996. We discussed the national...
Back in 1999, I worked on a dance/spoken word performance piece with the Saltaire Dance troupe. We performed at the now closed, VANDERBILT in Plainview NY. It was a great event, packed with talented voices, all for a good cause. A really cool CD...
After the ethereal wind stopped and the ocean receded, I learned fences have no meaning. Keeping people divided, really does not work. Walls, between neighbors, get knocked down. After earthquakes, hurricanes, floods, fires, lines disappear. Walls fall, fences break down. People step up, over boundaries. They help, reach out. We should know this. History proves it so. Fences, they really are imaginary. Paula Curci (c) August 2011 Long Beach NY. ...
[embed]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TDPihbcSyj0[/embed] The 1996 Acoustic Poets' interview on Cable Network TV, with Paula, Carol and Zoe, is now on YOUTUBE! Take a look at these Poet To Poet episodes (with the late Robert Dunn) that aired on Manhattan Neighborhood Network (MNN) and numerous other cable affiliates across the...
What Words Diverge in My Soul? What roads diverge in my soul, of love and desire. To travel on a wooded road, to make camp and read poetry by a warm fire. I've told people I'm a counselor, a craftsman of words. But who is it that really knows me, when alone, in the...
Love Poem Let me gently hold your heart blowing warm air into it like a burning fire, stoking the lingering burnt embers that lay beneath your sole. As I fan the heat inside you you'll taste my sweet air, feeling it surround you with clarity and light. And as you grow in warmth for me your...