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Signs in Windows In 1920 he came on a boat  from Ireland and found his way through Ellis Island. He found a room  in a boa...

Linger My dad is one of the lucky ones. His voice merges alongside mine like beautiful scraps of material. This is a story about a man ...

The Dictionary of Obsolete Words swells fat with words discarded like dead skin except where stoic keepers of language g...

What is this architecture and from whom?  God’s child: yes or no?  Just playing with Plasticine Making this metropolis befor...

Safety Razor I’m still enamored with the idea of it:  that an antique safety razor—sporting a fresh leaf of steel--might in t...

like painted clowns       In the funeral trade, you wait a lot she said; It gives me time to stop and think. People sto...

Maryanne Most of the time I am in my own head which serves as a sort of insulation against all the things which could easily drive one w...

At Bluepepper we tend to leave off the editorials and let the poetry speak for itself. Momentous events of the past year have passed withou...

A month of Sundays and prayers (For Ambronese) And all I can think of is the River Ouse. Virginia Woolf’s River Ouse pourin...

Like Learning to Read A mark we all agree on takes on a meaning. We give it a sound. A string of marks becomes a string of...

Whispers from the Grave (Heart attack 50 years of age) What happened to 20 acres of farmland tilted toward sun angles, those ...

Table Wooden scale where to play with fingers fundament and keyboard of black pens and white paper Michael as brut ch...

Overcoat It was autumn in my endless year. I was under-ripe, an empty bucket. So I bought an overcoat belonging to a dead ma...

Gone to Jean Rhys’s purple sea Sunlight came to my house. It came knocking. It came And went like winter guests usually do. L...

Ringing in the Ears Ringing in the ears has no cure.  It’s called tinnitus and you can pronounce it  the way it looks or th...

Before I Forget This thing  like lightening between my teeth bad ideas left at the bar time ravaged  muddy boots and not...

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...