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Cousin Night. The wind frets. Squeezed close in your sitting room we discuss our cousin. We love him but is he that cuddly ...

The Gift The fine white ceramic face   of the Japanese teacup is wrinkled, as if it already lived a life before it came here...

The Blood Stones Some green stones had been left by the daffodils at your grave. Little green stones, not black, not hearts. ...

Holy Week A giant papier-mâché Diablo totters down the street, arms thrashing, head spitting out fireworks - the children ...

Quiet Decibels Next door’s radio mumbles to itself. A sudden bird flees another across the roof, a donkey on tip-toes brays ...

I am taking this rare opportunity to editorialise for the sake of Bluepepper's readers north of the line who may be wondering whatever ...

Night Night falls too early now Birds fold themselves up Like faded Christmas cards Clocks speed up their complaining Cars...

In the Waiting Room          He comes into the lobby holding the little plastic bag knuckles white and tight as though he doe...

Full Moon After the sculpture by Louise Nevelson, 1980 The side we never see With its rugged terrain Shown in the telescope...

Stranger made of flesh and Nineveh (for Ambronese)     Burn bright tonight tigers inside     this room. Bring me courage so ...

Back On The Grid Even off the grid, during coffee, bishops’ diagonal, knights’ jackleg and ripple the black surface. The king...

Going Bush Oh that’s surfeit. That’s one too many over the odds. I want to move on now, hurry up and head for the bush, my l...

Bluepepper is taking a much-needed and long-overdue sabbatical. We will return on 23/10/17 laden with snaps and a lungful of ...

Rejection Slips The young always assume the burden of ignorance . Believing there words are the first to know rejection . Th...

Here and Away I was here all day I stood, I sat I took a shit I ate but not too much not too little I felt bad though b...

A Girl on the Tire Swing As if the pendulum and wheel are time I push and eagerly await my child’s  return. As if her face is...

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...