Robert Estep

Cried to by name and rank: son of, smiter of, deliverer from. Too much the…

Gold hums upon the table its bee-worthy drone. No need to squint till the light…

Rotten diagnosis, less destiny than miracle. Slave to worry, slave to joy, slipping the sapped…

An ice-cube for his whisky, a matchstick for her gin, colliding at sin’s before and…

Indulgence or mercy. And why not both? A daytime caress to steal a carbon blemish…

Milk bottles packed round with snow. The light an arctic blue, as though acute despair…

Contract scrawled with an architect’s spit-primed crayon. The treasury of disemboweled earth, just as promised…

Prawn-sized, blue-foiled, runaway mare. The students of ice and virus went breathless as the blocks…

A lady’s light effluvium, coloring the afternoon with pink disappointment. Paradox sat by itself, quoting…

The secret artist havocs into plain view, pillowing his head on virgin laps, impatient for…