Monthly Archives: November 2012

Sestina

Sestina by Cam M. Roberts   I remember: Et in Arcadia Ego. Once I was a Shepherd remote, screaming for daybreak. On the inception of declaring all lexicons obsolete: Ubi sunt. It all simply plunged – A trite beast quivering out … Continue reading

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Suffer the Self

Suffer the Self by Cam M. Roberts All I’ve ever learned through breathing are the limits to walking on land as are the parameters of water and wind. Striding along the crashing waves with the tide pulling my coattails in … Continue reading

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Once Upon a Blue Collared Man

Once Upon a Blue Collared Man by Cam M. Roberts What have ye done? Man of spider webs and dusty hands. Wrinkles of gravity on the amicable and cheery space— Northwest of nostril seasons—Autumn’s graces—Old man’s disgrace—One pending on the … Continue reading

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Bee Keep Her

Bee Keep Her by Cam M. Roberts Upon your release, you raise bees. You keep them, so to speak — Pressing your ear against the white Boxes, their droning reminds you Of your immaculate prison, And also the new one you … Continue reading

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Modernist Techniques

Modernist Techniques by Cam M. Roberts Take that spatial and temporal plane like Virginia Woolf’s glide, and see it through to her delicate wet death – Septimus still in shell-shock, the footsteps heard growing louder, coming, and closer, up the stairs, summoning … Continue reading

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Comeuppance

Comeuppance by Cam M. Roberts From a prophetic litany of the repressed’s return, out of her confessional hyperbole cauterizing the air from catharsis – To that great testimonial pledge, almost sacred, as if it were a creed to be repetitiously chanted like those … Continue reading

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