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Playing in a Budapest Cafe The clock goes off, 1999 in my cold Budapest room at the Autumnal Equinox I'm late as usual for ...

Porgy On The Stairs She said; "You're here looking for redemption just like the rest of us..." I shook my head and or...

Continuity I'm just a dog barking, I tell my wife who's upset with my yakking on and on at our weekly meeting ...

Once again the Oz literary scene has been embarrassed by two blatant acts of plagiarism. In this case both the perpetrators are poets - Gr...

Cougar alert lady you wear your heart on your sleeve which makes for  a very sincere  and bloody mess yo...

I have not let loose on the Bluepepper community for quite some time, and for that I apologise, dear reader. Sadly, I have been pre-occupi...

After Ezra Pound After all, given the nature of poetry, it is possible to say naught of his verse, and yet emulate aspects of...

UNDER NEW ADJUSTMENT The drop-off slot is a take-up reel inside an administrating system. The calendar is a canister of isoc...

He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, without ...

ADMONITIONS To the dead! Rest! To the drunk! Rest more! - Clyde L. Borg 2013 Clyde L. Borg is a ...

Ancient Poetic Ruins Imaginary granite words crush through my Wandering mind, exposing jagged stone Memories and vague questio...

Before the Blitz   (after the painting by Paul Klee, 1939)     Before the Blitz up was up, down was down we knew the...

No Comfort Expectations are a cheap hope. Or no hope at all, come to think of it:  The hopeless have expectations too, shaped ...

                                                Blue Absinthe 1 (Wash Pencil & Paper)                                               ...

Once on a Beach Once, when I was writing with my fingertips on a beachbroad slate of sand, I turned to look to where my feet h...

Somebody (im Shane Dunne) I am somebody, or maybe not. Free bird with the wrought of metal, a stand-alone – rebellious. ...

Ode to a Coffee Pot Ah, Bodum! For two decades you have travelled across the seas my constant portable compani...

a previously unpublished poem for Michael Dransfield by Cornelis Vleeskens c.1973 found among his papers while i was working on th...

Concert at Bernie's When Bernie wakes at 6 a.m. there's a piano on his chest and Erroll Garner's playing ...

Childhood Sin ...the earthworm we split to see the head grow a tail the tail a new head instead fi...