BLUEPEPPER

Poetry with bite

Monday, July 10, 2023

Bluepepper Bids Farewell

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 After eighteen long and fruitful years it is time to pull down the shutters on Bluepepper. It hasn't been an easy decision to make, but...
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New Poetry by Paul Willis

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Venetian In my window, Venetian blinds divide  the trees and tennis courts into slatted ways,  one lane atop another.  At night the avenues ...

New Poetry by Doug Holder

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The House on Fountain Ave. ​- To Susan, Leon and Bruce Freimour In our mind we never renovate our childhood home. Our innocence is preserved...
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Sunday, July 09, 2023

New Poetry by Elizabeth Morse

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The Past is a Food You Can No Longer Find in Stores The past is a living room with comforting chairs. The past will come back and tap you on...
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New Poetry by Matthew Curlewis

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Alter the Frequency Dawn is still in the distance. A future event never certain – always hoped for. Out here beneath a heaven-sized sky, far...
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Thursday, July 06, 2023

New Poetry by Frank C. Modica

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chernobyl-rust and steel this massive steel radar web built to detect American missiles hides secrets in dark recesses silent spaces for inv...
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Wednesday, July 05, 2023

New Poetry by Rob Schackne

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Limen Do big clouds stay and bring their winds invisible strings let them go birds aghast cats near the heaters look out the windows dry sin...
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New Poetry by Rumaisa Maryam

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Morning Storm 8 a.m., driving past Clifton Beach In this sickly light, a bear lumbers past- a man, hair windswept. The grey sea groans, and ...
Tuesday, July 04, 2023

New Fiction by Bill Tope

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 The Fun House  It was late October, the last weekend for the Fun House, the featured attraction of the regional Eventree Carnival, a fixtur...
Sunday, July 02, 2023

New Poetry by Alexandria Tannenbaum

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Putting Up My Daughter’s Hair Before A Bath  She turns her body away  curls falling over her shoulder  like rain on a window. Her shoulders,...
Thursday, June 29, 2023

New Poetry by Robert Kinerk

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I’ve spoken English my whole life and now I’m learning Death. It’s a difficult language with only one pronoun, first-person singular. When y...
Tuesday, June 20, 2023

New Poetry by Matt Thomas

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Goldfinch A break in the traffic pushed me away from the cigarette butts, plastic bags, sneakers, things lost their fight at the bus stop to...
Monday, June 19, 2023

New Poetry by Nina Rubinstein Alonso

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Chasing Loki We just sat down but John jumps up from the table where salad waits untouched as he heard the front door squeak realizes the do...
Friday, June 16, 2023

New Poetry by Gale Acuff

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One day when you die you live again is the story at church and Sunday School so you never really die though you do but you live again and fo...
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Justin Lowe
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