BLUEPEPPER

Seeing You, Briefly In this city of rivers and bridges always looping back on itself, I no longer know ho...

Virtual Love A long slim poem full of hyperbole and alliteration drifted into the wrong e-mail box....

THE Job 3 I had slipped into reverie when I heard that the job would be, "down there", which everyone in the life knew whe...

Moving Apartments We wrangled noiselessly. It’s not as if a recorder needs to hum. The clocks taught u...

Hourly I wake, crave and roar, nurse myself, shit, sleep, then dream A revelation, A thirty-three ...

New Life Begins white hips a soft fist for the wrist of your waist black hair in a spill on your s...

IDES OF MARCH Glossed underfoot by the waters' foliage half buried landscapes between images of the sun's clenched flake...

Wald-Hexen (Forest Witches) (after the painting by Paul Klee) There are more of us hidden among the tress and underg...

THE ORDER IN DISORDER Everywhere I go a different man keeps checking his phone and smiling. I myself carry a little ...

Puffer Fish Here we lie abandoned on the beach like deflated balls, ugly as toads. It is a mystery how we g...

Playing to death’s gallery December’s last breath of December’s sun, like us is beyond our boundary’s stiff netting Towards th...

AT THE HEIGHT OF THE RAISED HAND Even the hired clowns never knew what hit them, their tearstained faces running off int...

Resolve Resolve is slightly out of my reach like that lonely cookie jar only accessible by a stool. The stool...

Graduate School in English Wally Sandburg sits across from me at my small round white-topped table in my converted gar...

All Dried Up I an old lady waiting in this parched bed for something to happen which cannot happen. ...