Robert Estep

Wyat’s ‘cruel gentians’ had come early to Houston, their violent splendor sheathed in long-eared encasements…

In unison, the majestic opening of ‘Le Tombeau De Couperin’. Mary let the reel run,…

Mary’s attitude towards her lovers was not, as the therapist at Sunnyvale Detention Center had…

A love poem is what forms naturally behind her lovers’ eyes as they walk away…

She watches him pencil a quick something and put it away unvetted. Another twenty minutes…

Fresh from the stage at your first paying gig sixteen dollars and change per person…

Speaking with Mary when she was drunk was uncomfortably similar to being given the third…

Sometimes, when Aquinas walked into rooms crowded with people whom he knew or did not…

Midpoint the canvas and a tint the name of which she couldn’t, tip of the…

Anais, smiling with everything but her eyes, laid a rectangular object on the table between…