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Little Flower Published on Spillwords Press

The life of a flower. Poetry. — I am so thrilled and grateful to share my poem Little Flower that was published on Spillwords Press. Special thanks to their team for supporting my work. Once I was a tiny seed tossed and buried… Please read the full poem here: Little Flower Kirsten Curcio is a wife and mother. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice, survived a hurricane, and is a sucker for nature, travel, art, and photography.

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Little Flower Published on Spillwords Press

The life of a flower. Poetry.

I am so thrilled and grateful to share my poem Little Flower that was published on Spillwords Press. Special thanks to their team for supporting my work.

Once
I was a tiny seed
tossed and buried…

Please read the full poem here: Little Flower

Kirsten Curcio is a wife and mother. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice, survived a hurricane, and is a sucker for nature, travel, art, and photography.

Her blog, Ghost Human Bones, offers fiction lovers short stories and poetry. Dive into surreal, romantic, funny, haunting myths of our world and beyond.

Thank you for reading.

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Ghost Tea

Daughter and me. Poetry. — House finch on yellow feeder wind chimes twinkle announcing the start of backyard theater Hummingbirds flutter sipping from hanging crimson Lizard stops to watch, bees buzz in suspicion Berries, snickerdoodles, giggles and tea Soft sugar scents and fine linen a dish of honey Daughter and me “It’s for you, Mommy,” daughter…

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Published in The Power of Poetry

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There Are No More Babies Left

A beginning and an end. Poetry. — She attended conference calls at home, in my arms at the start Taking care of her while working became an interesting art Five years later she started school I feel like a fool Staring at her purple-pink room from 8 to 3, crying There are no more babies left. Kirsten Curcio is a wife and mother. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice, survived a hurricane, and is a sucker for nature, travel, art, and photography.

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There Are No More Babies Left

A beginning and an end. Poetry.

She attended conference calls

at home, in my arms

at the start

Taking care of her while working

became an interesting art

Five years later

she started school

I feel like a fool

Staring at her purple-pink room

from 8 to 3, crying

There are no more babies left.

Kirsten Curcio is a wife and mother. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice, survived a hurricane, and is a sucker for nature, travel, art, and photography.

Her blog, Ghost Human Bones, offers fiction lovers short stories and poetry. Dive into surreal, romantic, funny, haunting myths of our world and beyond.

Thank you for reading.

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Published in The Power of Poetry

·5 days ago

Slip Into Somewhere

Slip away into words. Poetry. — I’m in love with writing My mind drifts off a runaway from Earth Slip into somewhere, another dimension where existence is tranquil or bittersweet That’s the balance, I think Here, I’m an operator of a space floor twisting stars into souls shot across the universe to sail on or simply exist inside endless nothing Dip my hand inside take a sphere — no…

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