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Bluepepper will once again be open for submissions from Wednesday 6th January 2021. We trust by then you will all be rested and brimming wit...

From December 1st 2020, Bluepepper will no longer be accepting submissions until further notice. We would like to take this opportunity to w...

Seeing Crepuscular, prodding the boulevard; beeps and bumping, the billowings of craft burps and vapor, a cigarette handy and a thin old fla...

Last Drink The pink and purple jukebox pumps Kenny Rogers checking in on my condition behind a booth last call wafts  over wooden-paneled co...

Local Time   having negotiated  the international departures lounge  in my sleep  I woke on the other side of the globe    the currency was ...

The Somnambulists I go walking in other people’s dreams. Discretely I roam, a ghost among ghosts, nameless the password, nameless the realm....

Blackhole Rage In an explosion of dust settling I expand and engulf the planets that surround Pull them in swallow whole leaving behind scat...

rabbit shed   his weighted heart smacked reality emotion slashed to standstill   heinous ethereal shrouds hung air softly pitched ...

Eye a scene for under-love that begins in riot ends in the petal  of the iris    collide with mine fast in width that lasts in the blue of o...

Sounds of June  I walk into a bright morning. The trees make the hectic sound of wind blowing. The green grass sings and the sky teems with ...

the last bus the lamppost hums. holy shit, there’s a ten-pound note sitting in the kerb – I bend down, snatch it up, shake the rain off it: ...

Over And there you have it, each metaphor for life— game, battle, meditation, path of heart, soul making— unravelling at the first sign of y...

Q.E.D. - for Lilabet I cannot prove the triangles congruent though they sit neatly inside the circle their sides a radiant X: Isosceles twin...

Immortal Last night, the dinner conversation turned to all the ways you might have died so far: chased by a baboon in Africa, nearly falling...

Out in the Garden The morning glory vines are trying to  hold me in place, I can feel them tremble beneath my feet, tiny fingers twisting in...

Feeling Exact digestive processes after dinner I do not know nor care to so long as it went down well and satiates. The conditions under whi...

Sunshine in the Glass   Pure sunbeams in the bottle, Sunshine in the glass. Cold lovely sunshine, I pour it into me as I read Neruda And lis...

Disaster Mode The lake has an island that has a church on it with fine black cracks etched all over. It’s the place where the disaster origi...

The Dark End of The Street (for Alyce Guynn) Your sister, Alyce, reminded me  what, in my grief, I had forgotten. And later on, I came to se...

One Fresh Start I spill wine that darkens my carpet, I know this scar, like jaws around my throat  will remind me daily of my carelessness. ...