Home on the Range
By Roberta Curley I bet Obama’s pajamas are the cat’s meow mine make me look like a pregnant sow the Former President is so neat […]
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 […]
WestView Provides Spark!
WestView has built my confidence, inspiring me and my poetic abilities. I know I would not have had the courage nor inclination to ‘compete’ with […]
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 […]
Slipping Into the Hood—Seniorhood
By Roberta Curley You’re getting old when… You start craving ginger ale before bedtime AND find the burping an addictive pleasure. Your back itches and […]
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 […]