Here is what POET BILLY LAMONT had to say about the EPISODE OF "CALLIOPE'S CORNER" HOSTED BY PAULA CURCI, after she received the PRESS CLUB OF LONG ISLAND AWARD FOR MEDIA - ARTISTIC RADIO - in 2014. Here's a link to this Award Winning Show on Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/corner-calliopes/calliopes-corner-billy-lamont "Paula Curci...

It’s a silver metal and wood encased box, wrapped with a thin white bow. A gift from my favorite friend, I refuse to open. The door, she lays next to is really her exit. As she waits in cue and watches everyone pray, for her safe return. I haven’t seen...

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. ...

2016 Annual Poem In the news, this year and now appearing. the sparkling snow and white tail deer, with a distracted camper no longer peering … through his telescopic lens aperture. Meanwhile, dashing through the snow A hunter, was lost in a forest. Dense, and disconnected to the needs of a...

[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...

JACK AND JILL Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water, Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill...