BLUEPEPPER

I Wish I Never Saw This I see you against the night landscape Browsing through the shelf of darkness Trying to find a book, n...

The Funeral of Bosco Jones Twenty years ago Bosco Jones died after a long and purposeful life. His children, (long departed fr...

The arts in Australia are under attack once again. Or should I say, the intensity of the attacks has intensified and a second front opened ...

Auchenflowers I climbed the roof of Huxum TCE and established a rural OUTPOST. A FERAL language grounding within the...

Graffiti  Degrade degrade degrade yourself  take care to curl up small.  Have I grown  compact enough?  Unfurl me at your pe...

CT Scan There is nothing that can be hidden from this eye. It means to know me like the sun knows a leaf. It ap...

The Brook Trout Cold shadowed creek flow where the trout come from the depth like a hanging man, the sun spri...

Crazy, Crazy Love on the Seniors Card/ Sideways Steam Train Delay the departing train down at the rail head, ...

The old woman The old woman that lives at the end of the lane As she has forever Eternally stamped and as dishe...

THE STRAY CAT My tap danced heart spurts blood again in requiem of summer: stomach pinched, sitting on my...

Winterlude She has written her way out of the dark. Dazzled by the sun, she wants to run Hiding is not an optio...

The other’s self I am scared by the winds blowing in this unclear time  Living in the mist  Without asking “Why?” Seeking t...

I Regret Grinder, but, No Remorse I have no regret, no grinder of remorse, nor memory of the dental chair. I have...

Flesh Reverie I don’t remember what you said that first night— tenuously in light extinguished, the curving pleasure of incal...

SOME PARTS Some skin are meant to be brown To trap the sun blindly, unknowingly, And make for an easy friendlin...

The Color of the Sky sitting at home alone feeling kind of lonely and months have passed since the last t...

Beast When my father tells the story the punch line is always about the size of my hands— How small and perfe...

Danae Talking to herself, the air a bag lady wears a moth eaten hat. Funeral – clothes – threadbare, smell of ...

Like a box of chocolates Did you know what you were going to get, strolling through the supermarket handpicking c...

Monty IV Cold hands how do I say go before me lay everyplace you've been on my body bone thigh-offspr...