Robert Estep

Mobile, strict and tireless, of which I ask the required questions. Smiling, my sister instructs…

Stars blunt and are gone. In swift cathedrals spawn miniatures of perfect glass till tremors…

Ponderous to a sunny maid ‘naar Van Gogh’ as it were till light’s defeat and…

Intimate work. Canine architecture startles, rising beyond the synagogue’s voluptuous gold. Above the city an…

Beat it, song. I’m a better poet when not in love. Spring’s going leaves me…

forced into unhappy marriage rigid rules rendering ring’s magic loss lost in final trade raided…

Willows in the snow swing their braids heavy and damp at nightfall. And far from…

I dream distortions of who was who was not, whose unformed mouth sucked softly out…

Paper lilies hiss along the pane and the hour’s Madonna sits beyond the fountain. A…

Until he wakes her, wanting to believe that pain resolves to a stillpoint that is…