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Peer Pressure

Peer Pressure by Cam M. Roberts We recent pubescent public school youth were barely masculine specimens albeit uncouth and hardly gentlemen So us dudes during all periods in each classroom we went to were gregarious loquacious Jackasses We passed more … Continue reading

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Withhold No Ethos

Withhold No Ethos by Cam M. Roberts   “Persuasion is clearly a sort of demonstration, since we are most fully persuaded when we consider a thing to have been demonstrated.” — Aristotle, Rhetoric   He told me: I only wish you had more … Continue reading

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The Cult of Domesticity

The Cult of Domesticity by Cam M. Roberts All the night pray tell me you will stand still in reverence near the clean canvas off its easel we overturned. Almost lifeless, mostly dead: Exhausted by everything while vulnerable to nothing. Laid … Continue reading

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In Fugue

In Fugue  by Cam M. Roberts I The Fog is absconded in carriages of bluster where the wind wills her far away and fading – II Amid some semblance of swoon live those downcast eyes of hazel. Withheld adornments: Her … Continue reading

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Mornings at Rosedale

Mornings at Rosedale by Cam M. Roberts (for Mackenzie Finnegan) How many times have you stirred me from my slumber in the uncouth mornings as you were on your way out the door to teach the kindergartners what this world … Continue reading

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Salt of the Earth

Salt of the Earth by Cam M. Roberts Our disciplines are now accustomed to a common tradition throughout all eons of time, in the blood of elements whereby lineages of electrons enliven the masses to dream of a spirit called covalence. Propounded they are by this, … Continue reading

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