Philip Estes

Philip Estes grew up in Dayton, Ohio. His poems have appeared, or are forthcoming, in Chicken Boa: Notes on Skrilla, Feathertale, FRiGG, Front Porch, The Great American Poetry Show, Kaleidotrope, Kill Poet, Lamination Colony, NOÖ Journal, Origami Condom, Poetry Midwest, The Portland Review and Thieves Jargon.

My Apartment after Watching The Searchers (1956)

I ask the cricket smashed in my entryway what paper towel I should use to smother him with. “Do you want Bounty? My roommate only buys paper towels she sees on TV.” He says I’m the John Wayne of crickets, son. Quilted pockets or not, I’ll only feel you for a bit. Just don’t shoot me [...]

I have not had several women, never flew them on jet planes

“You would look so much younger if you went to Jimmy Chung’s Hair Replacement clinic in Olathe at 135th and Quivera, in the shops at Deer Creek Woods.” “No thanks,” I say. “I’m not bald yet.” “Yes but your hairline is receding. I find strands and dandruff in the seats every time you leave the [...]