Estep, already occupying one Gibraltar-like chair, peers sleepily down at the ominous shackles. I stole a big wooden bench once. Just carried it off. It was beautiful. I needed a bench for a party, dragged one away from a business park, and always intended to sneak it back to its rightful place.
Chains are a good thing.
Her work has been seen on PBS' United States of Poetry , and she's released a number of sensation-causing records. Estep first encountered success in the early '90's, gaining a loyal audience hungry for her stark, angry, self-revealing, uncompromisingly funny poetic rants. Awake since 4 this morning, Estep started her day in Seattle, rushed to catch her California-bound plane, landed in San Francisco, met her ride, stopped to pick up a sandwich to smuggle into the theater, and arrived looking exactly as if she'd just done all that. Now I remember. What love jones does have going for it is poetry.