Thrifting

By Roberta Curley Would you enjoy visiting an iconic Greenwich Village neighborhood? Would rummaging through a cache of treasures suit you? What about entering a […]

MIA: Angel Dog

By Roberta Curley I can still hear her slurping from Liza’s collapsible bowl, never declining a sip— tho longing to tumble and roll. A “little […]

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. […]

7 p.m.

By Roberta Curley It took four weeks of sheltering in place, for the coronavirus pandemic to make me smile. I was thankful to still be […]

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 […]

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  […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

Pick Your Term

By Roberta Curley I was just beginning to accept the fact that I’m considered a SENIOR. Then again, maybe it’s a mistake. Could they be […]