Robert Estep

With boot resting on the aytch of the barstool, the flaneur, blaming tourism’s dwindle, offers…

With arms crossed against the jeers of the mob, the martyr, stepping from the burnished…

The accidental chimes of spoons against wine flutes. A tearful farewell embrace, the children unwrapping…

-I am the friend of the world, the little bird sings. -I’m looking for an…

A thick slab of lard covers a saucer of blue porcelain. Plain surface left gleaming…

The mantis which coasts the epic tropic winds, overland a world umbrellaed in green. The…

A last hour in the blue light of a tiny kitchen. Never thinking this is…

Cross-dressing Lucifer shows the way, wolfhound padding his depilated flank. Cloven hooves shoehorned into fuck-me…

From the lips of a mask, powdered with human skin, the roll-call of the slaughtered…

In the depths of her muezzin-thrilled soul, the wife of the bashful honorary consul is…