BLUEPEPPER

Thankyou Brian Lara. Not just for accepting some questionable umpiring decisions with all the style and grace the cricketing public has come...

BLUEPEPPER is currently seeking submissions of poetry, reviews and essays on a wide range of literary and cultural topics. Previously publis...

Being the avid barfly that I am (no, that is not an oxymoron), I find it interesting that just as the "Howard mandate" presses in ...

David Musgrave gets our vote this week for his launch of Puncher & Wattman, a new poetry publisher. Funded with prize money, savings and...

In this world of short attention spans the need to move through a narrative at a fast pace has delivered us the Verse Novel. Note - Dorothy...

Sikozu What little is left of the candle before it births only smoke. The rooftop across the street, the Cutty Sark billboard, like the stag...

Review of Peninsula, Selected Poems by Trevor Hewett These are poems about the magic of nature, or more specifically about places. In fact...

In another piece of utterly irresponsible journalism, the Sydney Morning Herald did its best to whip the populace into a frenzy yesterday af...

Matters of State i You bellicose raucous give strange adapted words & raise a glass You demand an upstanding audience that race thr...

On the subject of war, terror and the death of literacy, today marks the 87th anniversary of the death of the English poet Wilfred Owen. If ...

Was a short, plaintive work written by Hermann Hesse during the darkest days of the First World War. It echoed many other writers and thinke...

SOMETHING ELSE Since the door was locked, I’ve learnt so much. A face can feel the sun yet forget what it's for. Bars obscure the world...

Three degrees (i) bleakness leaks from my shut eyelids, sun splashing its rhymes in orange and blood, aimless verse of vein, astrology an...

YA AHAD (invoking The Only One) In these hills the soft light fills my skin & pulls me into All the world as old & loved as God: one...

BLUEPEPPER is currently seeking submissions of poetry, reviews and essays on a wide range of literary and cultural topics. Previously publis...

Below is the full and original version of the poem "God Drinks at the Sandringham", a piece I penned in late 1995 as the unstoppab...

Is this in effect the Google of publishing? This no-obligation print-on-demand web-based publisher has taken the world by storm and pretty m...

James Titch. A small, stooped, carrot-topped little man with a big idea of himself. An idea so big, in fact, it kept his face a permanent be...