BLUEPEPPER

AMBULANCE Magician, how did a silk scarf hide in the hollows in my heart muscles, a magic carpet that e...

Beach Collection Into the oily swell the sun drops it’s day end heat. A kite’s rustle sound manoeuvres wheeling and s...

Twenty years ago yesterday the Sydney music scene lost one of its most dynamic performers and talented songwriters. I am referring, of cour...

Slow Motion  A shadow sliding on an afternoon wall is slow  Slow is glass flowing in colonial houses  A sixty m...

We get a lot of flyers at Bluepepper, often from poets who seem to regard us as some sort of free community billboard. It isn't, at lea...

Clearing, off Nordic Drive The wind has picked up and is passing through the trees like freight on the move, wh...

At Cumberland River At Cumberland River our love burnt itself out we fucked ourselves senseless there where the cabins hid a...

FOR EVA MIODOVNIK OPPENHEIM (1931-2014)                   —Not just any death As I have lost the previous generat...

Today They Open the Rio Grande                                    - for Jon Today they open the river dusty art...

real looking through a cracked window, always in my own light … a striped iceberg light, a strange arpeggio ...

1) following the bees they played violins as we hunted yellow rockets always calling us on until we reached a low stone w...

GRIEF AND PARKING VIOLATIONS We use the same word for tipping to and fro as for a piece of earth heavy and still. ...

Bluepepper would like to wish all poetry lovers a safe and enjoyable Christmas and a peaceful and prosperous 2016.

Anyone Can Light A Match In The Dark Some say that I never really knew the things that I needed to know in orde...

Book Signing Keep writing, a famous writer  once told me signing his novel, until you have said something true. The thing...

Pop Just another pain, I turn away blood in the pupil, a crookedness on the spine. This absence of words is covered by plan...

The Flinch We knew about the flinch, because time-lapse photography showed bruised leaves and cut-stems curling, nearby bran...

UNTITLED Lincolns by the balcony, a Buick toppled in the sculpture garden, how many times do I have to tell you...

Solitude Traveling backwards from Bath to Dorchester through Freshford, Bradford-on-Avon, Trowbridge, Westbury,...

the false prophet held an empty frame up to the sky said that’s it said that’s everything and creeley...