BLUEPEPPER

LINGUISTICS CLASS 1. What must it sound like, The idiom of our tongue, If you have come from othe...

Anniversary Dinner with Borges So the poet pauses as he passes a few words of Borges to his beloved. ...

"The Job Parts 1 & 2"   "Did you bring them?" I gave a look without saying anything that let him know I found ...

I. Spiritual Geography People always say, I love the smell Of rain , but all I smell is dirt as if The sky is washing itse...

WINTER BLUES Snow wraps around our faces crawling on fields in nightswell mounds by a country-side poet carrying a pawn...

The sun is silly when I am silly The clouds are careful when I am careful The bird is brave when I am brave The ...

Waves of dreams and blackcurrant trees Sitting in my cave turning back and seeing my film I know There is a way between me and y...

I was saddened to read yesterday that one of the great Sydney institutions, the Sandringham Hotel in Newtown, has gone into receivership...

Breaking off a piece of the willow I say goodbye to my friend. He will take it and plant it. A tree will grow by the river And the...

Sol/iloq/uy after Williams S. O God of Battles, the raven is hoarse! Is this a dagger? Send the nurse ...

TO OUR SON -IN-LAW RETURNING FROM IRAQ: APRIL 2003 That you were a writer and not a soldier Made you no l...

pre-collapse confession you’re right I’m talking too fast a bouncy-ball red for her lipstick ...

KITCHEN LESSON Fishing in a knife drawer A finger slips. The thin line, invisible At first, broadens ...

DOMINION “Fill the earth and subdue it,” Genesis 1:28 Grocery bags tumbleweed through a valley, greened by beer ...

Others Will they appear silently on our horizon’s doorstep heralding their sudden arrival with flashes of Alessi chrome ...

Cotton Everything went into this — the needle and thread of our mothers, the thimbles, their dextrous fingers and soothing voice...

At the Synagogue Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him – Psalms 37:7 A Festival of Lights, of D...

While Bluepepper is slowly building a reputation north of the line, its reception Downunder has been fitful at best, a little prickly-...

Credimus Every poem – don’t be fooled – is trying to convert you to its own small god. Every poe...