BLUEPEPPER

1. Khoba A cowboy rolls in takes the money. his mind is certain about the job but he can't make a decision about...

Ambergris Again, the twitched out rituals that always accompanied my preparations for travel. A lifetime of accumulating coins, nonsensic...

Need a Bath Boy there is an endless assortment of homeless on the on-ramp. I have heard the sighs and prayers ...

Grandfather's Garden The straw as lazy a drooped eye over strawberry plants scalloped in cold earth. R...

Oranges for Frances Odette Frankie demands fruit she can’t reach. We spring it to earth, where it’s hidden, sun-warm, i...

Valley Forge Air, crimson-plum cold. Windows; silvery long-in-the-tooth snatched in January, pronged and ...

Karaoke A woman is at home having the time of her life just herself and her karaoke machine  I know this because...

Christmas Passing travelling home on Christmas Day full hearts and bellies straining bush teeming on either side of this glis...

Bluepepper would like to take this opportunity to wish all poetry-lovers a happy new year and a peaceful, prosperous and inspired 2015.

A party The rocks in my front yard are gemmed with rain - a mill of raindrops battle ...

Formication Fridays As someone who was certain in this gangrel runaway beige thanked them realtors &...

Mother Cooking Mother eats watermelon. Watching the news. Talking the whole while. Goes back to the bedroom. ...

The Urgent Center Expands The urgent center expands, takes the newspaper as its skin. As it went in history, so ran the NF...

It is my sad duty to inform you that a matter of hours ago Southern Redbacks batsman, Phillip Hughes passed away as a result of the in...

If poetry really does possess any curative powers, then all our thoughts are with you, Phillip Hughes.

Heart fibrillation begins. The doctor peers over a surgical mask and furnishes a pep talk. Joe’s hands clamp on the tabl...

The Path to Citizenship You can almost hear the fife and drum. What are the Federalist Papers? How many amendm...

The Night, The Dream     after Sylvia Plath’s ‘The Hanging Man’     Dreaming’s an art. Dreams can be re-cr...

Elders They are a stand of bitter wisdom trees eyes revolving inwards like moons beguiling faces smiling down ...

First Gun Two punks blew away an old couple in Rockingham. I bought a pistol. Years of Hopalong Cassid...