Robert Estep

Shy squirrel, fat as greed and squeezed like a compact toy bulked small between dirt…

Bluffed by dimples in a curve, I was by tacit profile invited to admire these…

Here, among the rosary-tellers, he feels at claustrophobic home in a way he never does…

The wings of Juan Gris, spread high above the city. The pale sky, rinsed of…

A faraway land of leaping fire-maidens, nimble in their polar boots, dark eyes for drunk…

It is already autumn on the upper floors of the Charitable Home for Indigents. On…

The view is better in the spring, the concierge remarked without his asking, although I…

Tethys, out of boozy mere across Europa’s flax, above the bull’s heave, hooves like plummetstones…

The fabric is borne down by a sudden draught of rain, bellying inward to a…

Starlit flue of pogromed fires where men have passed, unable to stay except as charnel…