Robert Estep

Oh sad mouse, sprung listing from the groinings of a monstrous king. What you have,…

There’s plenty of time, no need to choose before one’s ready, early evening will do…

The walls bent down to rest their viny bangs on the sidewalks’ spasms, fault-lines running…

Would things have been easier had she been born a man? However comforting to her…

Those who claim the burden of parousian dreams get fingered by a suspicious Muse. She…

As if in response to some call for proof. Under pressure, shame and stress, ponded…

Clear the turnstile with tight-shut eyes, to where the ferry rocks itself to sleep in…

Eddies spin the glaucous pip, stentorian ‘what’s your pleasure?’ of a boy-hipped, windmill-tickling girl. The…

Simplicity’s the key: incidental, apple-sweet. After an afternoon’s ecstatic exertions, the shift and roll and…

Temple topped by brick and slab and priest-kissed plank. Teotihuacan, newest world. Both led and…