Robert Estep

The telephone is brisk, the more commendable for its recent invention. Marking time with a…

He dreamed Sephardic Jews in single file across a lunar dawnscape. The image fled at…

The gutters swarm, the pitch made marsh, the patterned courtyard hammered into puzzle pieces. First…

All blushes exhausted hours before the tiny fleet docked off Valparaiso. The rounding had frayed…

Ease wide the raw cloth, curdling gore no longer secretive, resisting all but the most…

It is a piece of history only a man with nowhere to go would prime…

The brush tattoos the dry gesso with corruption’s purple. It taps like a bird beak,…

Midway down the glass-colored liquid. Now as always, in the same place. The fingers move…

Goose-grey paper, waterlogged with lamentations, gay nineties font that runs, here and there, in mini-atlas,…

Lips part as though to receive the heavy emptiness. Loops of wire, thin as eyelash,…