BLUEPEPPER

The Self’s Portrait One portrait has no ears or hands. In one portrait the eyes have gone to wherever it is eyes go on autumn...

I Have a Drum I have a drum grammatically well tuned as per the universal norm of  sweetness, a keen longing to beat it danc...

Probity The sun slants, avuncular; warming that side of your rib cage, opening for a little while the path ...

In The Tropics A mystery and a revelation  An orange sunset burns my fingers Stars blazon the bruised night (words blazon lik...

Fast Food at Midnight A drunk comes into McDonald’s staggers to the counter is waited on by a young lady  w...

Getting through the daze Recently been having this vision of the whole Peanuts gang nodding out on heroin, h...

DNA there’s a madman in the square people are closing their windows he’s crying out he’s found the code of how the house sm...

sinister minister the retired clergyman from the states ejaculates a laugh of embarrassment  at everything his philosophy a...

Space Is this space we find the quality of one mind or co-created by our observance of it When we leave ...

After a full summer of not being able to sit comfortably at my desk and work, there’s nothing so wonderful as having th...

I had to let her go on up the stairs ahead of me because of how she took them. Always, a jaunty dance of rapidly, three steps up then t...

Angel-Dusted and bath-salted, he aimed a corkscrew into his palm and twisted and twisted until it screwed...

The underside of river run From now on this word and light will be all that you have a tiny stone carri...

Mourning Morning  My mother's house surrounds  me in a shroud: the tinkling  of the teaspoon as my father stirs  his tea...

Harder Times a gray-and-white photograph of woods that were gray and white in an olden November dark gray o...

Fickle Brain   My girlfriend, Molly, mock/taunts me, tangos with petunias between her teeth, misreads her cues, mistakes an "I...

The Nightly Trip Here's the nightly trip again as you drive along the serpentine Bangalow...

When My Wife Is in Her Garden When my wife is in her garden,  she becomes a ballerina moving with the morning b...

As a hub of the poetry community, Bluepepper will occasionally serve to promote the creative endeavours of one of the members of that commu...

Hellespont Queens Parade Clifton Hill I swam the pavement straits to be cradled in the sacristal lay of your curling virginit...