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Tom Collins I fall beneath my cart of names leave colour in the wound. There is consequence in each unanswered call s...

The idea that Sydney's most literary frangipani, Marieke Hardy , is her own cyber-stalker stretches even this blogger's credulity ...

"Not a Sonnet about Frank O'Hara's Reginald Grundies" If I could be a single thing in all the world of single...

Bluepepper  wishes all our faithful readers  a Merry Christmas........ ........and a Happy Boxing Day

Loneliness Motel    His little hole in the Boston skyline, one window lined with soot facing Fenway Park. In the room overhead, there w...

Looking Around      308v53 You said without the ...

The passing on Sunday of Czech playwright and statesman, Vacal Havel, greatly saddened Bluepepper, being of a generation captivat...

The latest news that an Australian poet has won the $50,000 Montreal Poetry Prize only adds to the puzzle that is Mark Treddinick.  At...

My Unfair lady First you strand me in Park Avenue paradise then you send out a search party to fi...

A MODALITY FOR MILES I've heard the testimony of the horn: A forlorn, blue prophecy Clothed in form, speaking to me. I...

prompted from the wings    a life of small telling takes up a lot of room minus the element of spectacle th...