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My Love For All Things Broken say      this road        here but you mean    really   something else already autumn    is bey...

The packed suitcase (for Ambronese) Rapture is the son of Johannesburg.     The same way that Prague is     now the adopte...

circle … in some cases the birds fly upside-down and you can see their eyes shimmering like oil lenses on water. At other ti...

Primal Darkness Skyping Melbourne, ninety minutes. Scotty, ‘5,4,3,2, . . .’ he cuts the link. Then – blackout. Then – l...

Morning Wind Vibrating with these brushstrokes of dawn        in these winged Chicadee voices I’ve courted             by ...

Worn Herzlicher Coaster One more beer mark Upon its cardboard Body, and It will begin Dissipation, the Room spiraling I...

Bluepepper marks the passing of John Ashbery (1927-2017)

I’ll lay down with dictionaries (and you) When we are too old for the Crossword and the swallow comes early singing for a l...

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

I Dreamed of a world that I thought we had created.  This was many nights ago.  Peace and serenity. Last night, I dreamed ...

Autumn pivot March is endings small sacrifices no lollies for lent May shucks you down slim as a rock limpet re...

The Wig Not just with me but in general, she had never observed all the rules of social etiquette which I found myself unable to disobe...

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...