BLUEPEPPER

Leaving the Parking Lot of the Comfort Food Diner, West of Vegas  Even when you don’t count highway license plates Time passes...

Ungodly Feeling We sat together under the hot Nigerian sun Drinking palm wine and smoking weed We laughed out so loud and fre...

Burn We friends have a burn party. Torch divorce papers, card statements, parking tickets, things with dark associations from last ...

When Mountains Shimmer Each summer I visit the ridge to see our abandoned mountain home, its matted grass, the white pines wr...

today you put on your good sweater your favourite pair of jeans real shoes instead of slippers lip gloss you curl your hai...

who goes behind her yellow robes  a camouflage not recognized  its pleasantries float in search of love like fluttering cabb...

*with no irony there’s a big bloke bleeding on the ground  and a couple of smaller dudes standing over him looking bored.  t...

Reflection of Time Come over for dinner with guests who eat the napkins barking at the dog Watching for the real. Things ...

I Ask Florence Nightingale  about the pandemic, whether her stats would add up in this modern day surge. She is more concern...

Flower Girl  (Tears in Your Eyes) Poems are hard to create they live, then die, walk alone in tears, resurrect in family ma...

In Colorado  Mountains looked like movie sets And you floated in a salt pool That felt like forever Till your tiny cuts stun...

Avenue of the Baobabs My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature -  Claude Monet In this, Aure...

Cap Anson Growing up in the town my dad founded, we kids tormented the so-called friendly Indians Later, I didn't want to...

Storm a’ Comin’ There’s a blanket of black wool that’s been pulled over the city (over this little nameless hole in the prai...

Arriving Home the man comes up the hill dragging miles and his shadow behind him he has Ireland in his suitcase ruined ...

The I Know a Dead Mountaineer Society, Concedes The cherry wood honour roll burns air gasping for lettering a toast for scaler...

First Love The new shadows arrive like a schoolyard full of children  jostling, exuberant  to blanket the new grass so tha...

Some Small Night Music  Walking the evening and the street, you will glimpse odd, sudden edges of life’s back-parlour narrati...

Out at Me You take me out at high noon to the flat pools of Moffat beach where rocks yawn like warm honeycombs or wasp’s n...

Repairing the World Like in a riot, police were shooting rubber bullets. I was rushed by strangers to the hospital....