Tag Archives: death

Coda

Coda by Cam M. Roberts   I. Hold me indefinitely as an article of clothing or show me love or the meaning of: Fermata.   I’m already worn, broken in by the form of another.   How can indeterminate eyes assert such an intransigent … 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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Requiems in Fallout

Requiems in Fallout  by Cam M. Roberts             I Spread against the sheets dark of heavy thoughts lingering in open wafts – Pitch shrouds of funeral veils closing near the torment of awaking at the … Continue reading

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Perish

Perish by Cam M. Roberts Act accordingly… was all he spoke, after adding without condolence, We all are. She’s on her way out with the departed. Through a door. With the trash. Toward some final resting place. Love departs us all … 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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