Robert Estep

Fought uphill through wind and thorns, grass crackling with ice, to rest on the summit…

Nude statue turns its eyes round in its head. I’ve seen that before, in Cocteau’s…

Buried without ceremony. Revealed in the quiet, the lewd posture of death. ‘Laid to rest’…

She draws the steel- toothed comb down the long panels of her wet black hair.…

Drop the blinds, sweep crumbs from blotter, soul bunched at the bottom of the list.…

Not all of what you would see is what you would show and that (the…

A cloudburst sweeps the harbor, the raw piers unmarred by a royal call to order.…

She lies back beneath gloomy hermetic skies. Her sails simmer and slip beneath the horizon,…

(for the ghosts of Cesar Vallejo, Blaise Cendrars, & Eugenio Montale) A man gets on…

Seven sanglant berries on a moon of mint. A suet-colored field under a sky of…