BLUEPEPPER

Sprung Because of the aching candour of gesture, black marks drawn freehand on backgrounds, because of the impossibility of ...

Deliverance How can I ever return to my city now? I’ll need a time back, and me back from that time. I’ll need them back too, ...

Minotaur Snow Gosh -  the goring Minotaur snow has it in for me, falling thick and plastered and sideways into my one good fa...

Ancestors Runestone’s colour has gone.  Though the wild flowers are still in it’s mouth. The dead still boast of themselves o...

Shirt from a Parachute/ a Paratrooper declines have you seen jelly fish falling from the sky in a drumming to send the ocean u...

Genna Gardini  *  (an experimental poem in twelve haiku) You’re brave mountain grass – You have a future filled with instinct....

willingly into oblivion was young and saw the world as it was laughed against the pale flesh of yr stomach and you asked m...

free in philadelphia poignancy visiting a nation’s birthplace while on cnn cops are shooting unarmed teens as trump rises t...

The child at fifty three The drooling dog runs behind This abstract bicycle reciting Kant whist understanding none Of the Ca...

Holding Pattern Certain days sanity is a smile traced with a finger in the condensed breath on a window pane.           Re...

A Death Star I feel a sudden twitch between the penumbra of sunsets and sunrise. Equinoctial stardust choking my cerebrum, ...

Winter solstice On a low ridge of hills wind turbines pause. Both children have pelted up the lane to splinter ice between...

mark we’re supposed to mark each other you know exactly how it goes, you know it’s one of those rules that govern Life, th...

Memoir Our stories are told through dust, and the sound of wheels traveling over coarse earth. Our stories are told through...

Implanted There was a break in the ocean a split  taking it down to the sand exposing rock and shell  coral hardening in t...

Homesick (Dissociation) Tulip tree in Alaska. Cold and wild. Rembrandt blue Christmas lights, shepherd pie a warmth of fami...

Screen of Death When people die they go to television and audition for their elevation. Some are extra, others ...

KRIA (young Alpaca)  For twenty minutes we watched him try to leave his mother.  He hung like a rag, head down, lo...

Along the Way Having fallen for various reasons, there was to be seen a parade of animal corpses by the side of the road along ...

Winter The skin of the river pools pink surging into the stony penumbra of the Rockville bridge, its archways mini-coron...