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River of Dawns With wind in my arms All I’m writing is dreams I can’t remember You’d know I been knifed by a friend and resur...

dolorosa  those years between a charles manson and ted bundy  smile stations of the cross played out on tv black ...

People I met through work The solicitor who hired me without giving me a typing test The officer in charge who employed me af...

Bluepepper has altered its submissions policy ever-so-slightly, and thus we are currently seeking submissions to test the murky water...

The Hand of Padre Pio Naples, Italy 2003 I walked along the old, cobbled street of Via della Sanità to the clamour of church bells....

Stepping into a winter sun while the spaghetti sauce cooks People will always talk. Learn to forgive. Life is hard. It rains, ...

The Sun is not Living It does not keen. It is a vast, unencompassable cauldron,  And gives us light  which we have grown eye...

Unforeseen Endings An old man lived here before our purchase, raised in this home, he became a widower years later, forced ...

 It wasn’t the sleepwalking that bothered me. I woke up outside more often than I care to remember, but still, the sleepwalking never reall...

Running II * At the end of the lane, turn right onto Coolamon Road and right again at Farrer Road. Return past the new housi...

As a platform for open and constructive expression and engagement, Bluepepper shares the international community's grave concerns for t...

Harbor Walk, South Boston It was the smell that briny elemental sweat of wizened hard rock moss tangled up in green seawee...

Mallacoota guesthouse, between States We slept in Henry Lawson’s bed in the days when the world was wide at a place where pel...

ONE Every library is a pile of seasonal leaves; amber-coloured pages crack like twigs underfoot and scent the air around my cubic...

Owen's Water Chimes The rain spatters against the window and I am taken back to his dingy room in that old flophouse on t...

Lilacs Have I written enough poems for one lifetime? Do I really need to search for words for this breath they breathe out a...

The first blue spring days  The Magnolia dawns! Misting over the sultry fields…  That Chagallian mood bleeds Through to the ...

The genius of the fish (for the Dutch poet Joop Bersee) My mother was a woman who cut a striking figure in  blue jeans even ...

hyde park bugger all degrees of separation for cattle ticks and the bush bred wondering if don walker ever ran across gr...