Old Bags

By Roberta Curley How about those old bags? Plastic shopping bags that are supposedly banished. Supermarket baggers dole them out like life-preservers on the Titanic. […]

Pride in Quarantine

By Robert Galinsky   Pride in Quarantine proud enough to discount proud enough to reduce proud enough to deliver fully assembled on the same day […]

Ode to Corona

By Randee Mia Berman Was planning a trip to Verona But now we’re trounced by Corona We’re all in a panic We’re getting quite manic […]

Loveprints

By Roberta Curley LOVE is a gripping pas de deux. LOVE cries recycled tears. LOVE is Belgian chocolate and Arkansas diamonds. LOVE illuminates an infant’s […]

Power of Peace

By Roberta Curley Not a touch nor itch scratched no accolades galore   no bloom of youth nor summer’s fire no chorus of weeping for […]

Waning

By George Held I raise the blind at dawn, ten degrees Out there, and I see the half moon Low in the cobalt southwest.   […]

Last Licks

By Roberta Curley   Eating ice cream is like breathing. It jumpstarts day and night. I mourn summer’s end. It often spells doom for free […]

Wooden Wonder

By Roberta Curley If I could see posterity,  I’d relinquish my identity,  cork cerebral cacophony,  and roll via schooner on a glass river to eternity  […]

Caruso’s Quips

By Charles Caruso  You can do anything they can’t stop you from doing. A man who calls a woman ‘baby’ doesn’t know much about women […]

Caruso’s Quips

By Charles Caruso  Too much is just right. The one who calls is the one in need. From the cosmic to the comic to cognac. […]

Skullduggery

By Roberta Curley Growing older makes me hanker for an anesthetic. At 6 a.m. I spy a chubby crease wend its way from my lower-eyelid […]

Caruso’s Quips

By Charles Caruso Politicians: One year they’re inducted, next year they’re indicted. Confession may be good for the soul but it’s hard on a marriage. […]

Caruso’s Quips

By Charles Caruso  New York is the only city where you can see Dada at MoMA. Spring is a promise summer doesn’t keep. Dogs are […]

Caruso’s Quips

By Charles Caruso – A woman’s touch is always a signal. If the passage from life to death is as painless as the passage from […]

Frantic Antics

By Roberta Curley To me, you’re no old mare yet a platinum sheen dapples your hair your every breath reflects a savoir faire accenting your […]