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Nights in Cummings Cove Those nights illuminated by the moon whose white dagger severed the wet surface, highlighted the stal...

The Ship That Sailed The ship I boarded, finally, after so many failed attempts and with such light steps, has sailed on w...

Geraniums Dry geraniums nail their way towards  closed windows Stems  Leaves  Burnt tips No sanctuary from summer rays T...

Wolves Promises slip like a tongue between teeth  like a coin from a pocket to a gutter  men with nickel-eyes drop stars into...

Back Again come into the city the bright lights, suddenly remember all that has been forgotten, could be anywhere? no - ...

Parasite Sound unwanted as in wilderness undesirable as in shouting uninvited as a bushfire sound without the option sound...

Cassandra Works the Night Shift at the Call Center She works from 10 pm to 5 am,  because the money is better,  and prophecie...

Menopause This far out between heaven and hell she is still beautiful. She was beautiful, and relevant in a way that I was n...

al dente folding thoughts in the each of morning or the out of evenings and night these old examinations spaghetti thrown to...

A new normal for the community in the Blue Mountians Smoke seeps through walls we wake to gardens covered in ash burnt bus...

Words that repeat in the last verse  Keening, for example. Why does this sound, this cry, recur? Is it the diminishing ech...

Bluepepper would like to take this opportunity to wish all our contributors and readers a safe and happy Christmas and a peaceful, joyo...

Gronk Day Awake late afternoons rise A child born to ash and sticky kitchen counter Neighbourhood moons strike fear Into mot...

So it is now finally official. The announcement this week by the Australian Federal Government of the merger of the Arts Portfolio with, am...

Pulpit Hill Road  As early darkness gathers the silver-grey trunks of the high forest recede taking the comforting view with ...

Directions from a Cartographer  A blind man walks with one foot stepping on the yellow line at strathfield station on the fo...

Thoughts M atter                                          i dreamt a baby’s head wore a human bonnet similar to dried skun ...

- Wayne H W. Wolfson 2019 Click here to visit Wayne's website

Evening Walk Pale pink and purple wash the sky, day fading. I walk, feet lightened, shadows darting like ballerin...

Looking Back on Love It was the greatest of loves, a nonpareil of loves, you and her way back then in that foreign city, w...