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Dwelling I live in one of the oldest, continuously inhabited houses here, so walk carefully in my gardens, delicate on flagst...

Silence Land I have doubts about my sanity: not everyone can bear this much. They stole all my feelings; there’s no wisdom l...

Summer: an ellipsis The Armageddon weather,                   pervasive, the hot winds, thunderstorm clouds                 ...

The bone slums     I think of the deepest tragedies     that I have experienced. That have made me become the woman that I ...

Bob Boldman Does My Haiku "Walking with the river, water does my thinking," birds my singing, wind my breath, trees...

Another Station I raced to the perimeter, stopping at the dot and found the sun half-gone like a kiss that never was. I tou...

Andromache at Pergamon When you wake from a mid-day nap to bees droning through orchids and gerberas by the sluggish fountain, ...

Call for Submissions  The June Open Reading Period  Black Lawrence Press seeks innovative, electrifying, and thoroughly intox...

Envy They were a haphazard collection, several soldiers and some Indians and a knight or two. And some of the cereal packet...

Not Sleeping Actually, I have many hearts in circulation. You have the only whole one. New ones grow... for song, guitar, ...

Racehorses  Traffic slows in this 50k zone as if hard held by a jockey. The racehorses are being walked at dawn: the same h...

Stone Ballerina How strange, in shapes of granite or marble, the thin leg rises, the toe refuses to curl, standing the enti...

Because a ghost was in my blood I can feel the rain even  when I close my eyes. Taste it in my mouth. Here’s the fabulous am...

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...