Robert Estep’s dense carnival music moved me to dance and connected more than a few dangling wires. The house of poetry grows stranger.

            —Andrei Codrescu

Like a surreal peepshop, Robert Estep’s dazzling narrative poems zoom in on a cast of eccentric Parisians from mezzo sopranos, landlords, grocers, and talking parrots to puppeteers, pole-dancers, bankers and drag artists. Estep has taken the encyclopaedic tradition of Proust and Perec, and reduced it to the dimensions of a postage stamp. A dizzying achievement.

            —Philip Terry

A small perfectly enclosed space, full of daydreams and drama, as gaudy as a Fauve backdrop, as perfectly painted. Stop by for the carnival and you’ll see a kaleidoscope of small dramas, each with its own atmospheric beauty. Stay a while though and you’ll find a world.

            —John Shreffler