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Dead Grey Wolf Skins  (Tribute:  Aldo Leopold) Dead grey wolf skins hang on white clotheslines across Baraboo,...

A Breathless, Feeble Wind A breathless, feeble wind blows, not even strong enough to stir the drapes, too enervated and too in...

WE WAIT AND WONDER doctors have failed, faith-healers have folded their hands. witch-doctors cast no-lots, pro...

A Sudden Absence When a sudden absence opens where before there was a lover, or a child, (a child’s worse, we must all agree ...

Autumn Break Spooky day. Mist so low and custard thick The river noiseless, a longboat prow Could come across the veranda. C...

poem (mist it’s difficult to find the poem in fog like this     so thick...

The face of my arms But the past forms so naturally. an overrun of trees, thick spirals of branches assembled in the cen...

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...