Robert Estep

Violet marks the skin’s desecration, blossom blots out brightness. A bruised significant eyelid, under lightweight…

Tit! tit! cries the banished bird, eunuch in a suit of pretty armor, wheeling through…

The light on leaves is waxen in the rained-upon field, steaming in a new sun’s…

The head of my beloved turns, trapped in what the window lets in. A monocle’s…

Off-white as undiluted milk, the sun’s light dies out. It fades to drowned porcelain blue,…

Bracken snarls as wind attempts a breakthrough. Pale October sky above the slobber of mud…

Last words above the changing signature. A mystery of love ingrains the metal, splintering the…

Brained by a falling turtle or run over by a laundry truck: a spinster in…

In the region of love’s disease, processional with ghosts and furies, there is a wall…

Never dream of empires, my dozing ones. Cool yourselves in the bureaucracy of my gray…