November 8, 2018

Angels belong

By Roberta Curley look what it took for you to uncover their path I won’t gallivant upward not while I’m down here doing stuff like […]
August 10, 2018

Driven

By Roberta Curley She stoops like those toughened memories saddling her back unashamed of the fabric she braided even pondering a comeback her blood courses […]
July 22, 2018

Neighbors

By Roberta Curley My neighbors start crawling around 5 a.m.— both possess two feet equivalent to four noisemakers totaling eight ballbreakers (with shoes) intergalactic attack-drones […]
May 7, 2018

SOON IS NOW

By Roberta Curley March is soups and starches streets smacked with slush April shoots daffodils afoot astronauts a-launching not a soul rushes by clusters of […]
March 9, 2018

Audio-Peek

By Roberta Curley   I hear everything but the breathing— the irregular thumps the floorboard thud the squeaks signaling the creaks the twisting coils and […]
February 3, 2018

Staring Into Space

By Roberta Curley   We boogied on my Dad’s porch. I whooped out karaoke to Chuck Berry’s “Sweet Little Sixteen.” My boyfriend Guy preferred crooning […]
December 8, 2017

Devastated Moon

By Roberta Curley This poem is dedicated to all victims of the October 31, 2017 New York City terror attack. Even the moon is mourning. […]