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The Almost Horse Nothing more stubborn or more a fool, than the genuine Arkansas mule, that hill folks consider a farming too...

Must travel (for my sister) The day has a moth like quality to it. I make a cup of tea (always for one).  Boil the water i...

Another Beat How to escape the old rhythm, because it plays around, perpetual, weaving classrooms out of nursery, found boo...

On Our Watch If it had been on his watch, he would have seen, he would have given the alarm, would have been heard and cata...

Conception Barefoot in white slacks and her outdated sweater, she plays the piano most intensely, bungling Schubert with a s...

A Tale of the Christ Not Spiderman afterall these stigmata wrists won’t produce any miracle to save me a door knocker suspe...

Diminuendo I'm learning to tread circumspectly; my belly, soft from children, divining the way. Beside me the cat, utterl...

Getting Old April calls me Old Man       in Anishanabee: “Akwaenzee” I remember Kateri whose last name is Akwaenzee     ...

Welcome to the Cottage or should I say, welcome back? These are the wooden slatted floors where you first learned about the ...

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 ...