Robert Estep

An accomplice much pleased with herself, maidenly tongue syrupy with lies. This time last winter,…

What better time than this, beneath a falling angry sky, for the consummation of revenge…

This time last winter the floodwaters were lapping at the 13th stair, a dirty blue…

The chestnut trees are riot with the wind’s wedding party. Sighs and laughter in their…

You, who’ve had so many lovers, daisy now this less-than-nothing gift, a mere at its…

What no-account has left the lights on? Whose voudou- bandolier toy we with at Mesa…

The escalators carry one down into the stench of slaughter long tiled over. Wristwatches, lighters,…

A chit of Uhlans flaked from the order of battle, milling bogside beneath a glowering…

Prophecy is down upon all fours, ursine spirit quivering out its little complaints. Fastidious angels…

Thin vomit of words is its own reward, meant to invite return, either to sponge…