BLUEPEPPER

Birth of the bridging epoch 1960’s ‘Everything is purged from this painting but art; no ideas have entered this work’, 1966 –...

Second Coming It seems I am the problem child, again. Father speaking on Mother’s behalf that nitrogen cold gaze. I bathe i...

Swan I scrub mouse blood from the floorboards Imagining ice, Imagining throats. The dead stay dead. A necked Swan Sits di...

Watershed Colin Dodds Brooklyn, NY 2017 Regular readers of Bluepepper will likely be familiar with the name Colin Dodds, but as a ...

My Two Cents of Reasoning is Spent The world rides on top of a butterfly,  a ladder leans into nowhere. My shadow  plays a s...

In case you hadn't noticed, dear reader, we live in interesting times. Alert but not alarmed is our running credo at Bluepepper, and in...

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Conception Barefoot in white slacks and her outdated sweater, she plays the piano most intensely, bungling Schubert with a s...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