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Virtus A memory of dancing with my grandfather: my feet placed on his feet, each step lifting me across his living...

Beyond the Curvature Beyond the curvature of the world, beyond the immediate world, there is a wider world, a world of seven ...

Dear Justin Thank you for granting the National Library of Australia a copyright licence to include your website in the PANDORA Archiv...

Cecilia & Emily "Do you Remember that time in Vienna?" "Of course.." "Is it a good memory, that was t...

Ash Wednesday Ash Wednesday I saw Quinn again, first time in years, sailing the streets, weaving through people,...

It was with great sadness that Bluepepper recently learnt of the untimely death of Matthew John Davies, a frequent contributor to this si...

Young In the Old City flood of winter morning. the bleak city skinned by daylight. transfusions of colour and shad...

Everything Everything's so full of lasts, quivering, on the brink. Time thrusts forward. The body vehicle will not cease ...

Surprise, Surprise The mother's dead.  Thirty years later  you meet the daughter  and realize the daughter  is th...

At The Cemetery   January is such a conducive month to die in. Its cold, dark. The trees are blank and tha...

Entertainment I am not at war now, I was not at war then. The music of air and fire warmed us, the cascad...

La Kalima Like swallows they return each year their vermilion scarves stirring in the relentless, oppressive, s...

Zodiac's Form          Setting: an outback station  Washed dry by rain  on this dry earth  under our sun,  bull's s...

Death on I-81 The sunset was a patchwork of discarded shawls as if a church bus may have crashed and all the women went to...

The Spring the printer flutters, deals its cards there is a machine  inside the machine it eats with a spinning brush some...

Strange Meeting It seemed that out of the battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which...

Three Haiku blood orange skies - sirens from burning blue mountains a wicked westerly  wind blows in: we all run for wate...

I Am Yours Forever Even if you never speak of me again, if my name never passes your lips, you will not be rid of me: I wi...

I am afraid that while the bush fire emergency remains critical in this corner of the world, Bluepepper will not be posting any new...

All I Did Was Admire Her Aloud   “Quiet, please,” I tell her, “I want to hear the music.” She is sitting next t...