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While my inbox remains empty, I would like to take this opportunity to wish all Bluepepper readers and contributors a safe and happy Yu...

Tonight the Moon is shining, solemn in shades of blue, and my head is a balloon, longing to be a wheel of cheese.  I cannot t...

For everything my parents taught me Weekdays are detonated On a Monday. Little anticipation for them at Heart. A sisterhood ...

Calgary still talks about the 1988 Winter Olympics 　 The pen was too good to acquire. A cheap ballpoint might have fallen int...

The Escape I envy your talent for slipping into the sleeve of sleep; one moment your oceanic eyes are wide, the next, silky ...

The first thing I ever heard last night the wind had something to say I stayed awake listening he whispered through my keyhol...

Circle One those desolate pastures  the wind secures the dancing wattles  unshaped and rusting,  bark fraying from their tru...

We, Of the Bleeding Hearts We, of the bleeding hearts, tend our little fires in the encroaching dark as we have always done,...

Leonard C I will not pretend to have been hardcore fan as so many will now do on their social media pages, using an instance which will...

Harry the Biting Dog She locked it in the bedroom so I knew there’d be no sex as I listened to it snarl and claw at the door...

Routine 2:35 am A sugar-shouldered woman on TV strides towards me smirking at our national anthem, humming numbers, holding b...

Affabulations When pundits wax eloquent on political outcomes they yakkety-yak on their yearnings. Accepting karma is accept...

used bone structure is a form of origami i don’t want to be your burning bush to ignite something i don’t worship i wa...

The argument For a thousand daughters The sun was falling. The excitement and electric buzz of lightning. The birds were sin...

Autumn Listening Autumn wears a descending dress Pine wind so elegant Blazing leaves within clear bottles of wine Campfire a...

Bellowing by Email It’s not good when two disturbed people with little in common disagree by email  on something important. ...

shepherd’s pipe echoing let me taste the wetness of your stones your great walls leaping over trodden hills and lives that ha...

Unguarded  My mother couldn’t abide the smell of pine incense. Pleaded that it reminded her  of the cloying cleanliness  of...

The Migrant Child  I say hello to all the world's children.  I kiss your hands from far away.  I have something buried in...

Bluepepper feels neglected. There is nothing in the inbox and kids keep knocking on the door dressed like Eddie Kruger begging for sweets. ...