Robert Estep

Sniffing shadows at his back he moved quickly through the fair, soundtrack a low-budget fistfight,…

With enough units downed it earned the right to be called disease, the hunt for…

The good tourist might well observe, out of an ice-cold heart, these things that admiration…

Somewhere someone’s dreaming darkness. A hovering of fairy-moths, light blue blur at its densest, breeze-tossed…

I Yellow-smocked Capricorns disembarking on a soon-to-be Afrikaaners Only beach, made lonelier by the flutter…

Trollop snores on a blanket on the floor of the sag-roofed shed, champagne behind her…

At what unexpected moment does decency snarl ENOUGH: your childhood is now sucked dry. Censor…

Down the long causeway to a mid-morning’s rest. In the absence of cyclists and buses,…

The empty space that might still fill with words, crowding the absence with considered metaphor.…

Tears ladder wetness to her mouth. She unsalts the trickle with her tonguetip, backhands her…