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BLUEPEPPER: New Poetry by David Ades
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Monday, April 13, 2015. New Poetry by David Ades. The Upside to Being Down. The Ferris Wheel circles. Through vibrating air,. Rising into skylines,. Into harbours and cityscapes,. Into puzzles of sky and cloud,. Caught in a jigsaw of. Steel cables and rocking carriages,. Like burnt off fog,. Children rising into laughter:. And the day holds so much more. In the palm of its opened hand. Posted by Justin Lowe. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The heart, moved by love, wants to fly. CLICK HERE TO SUBMIT.
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BLUEPEPPER: New Microfiction by Donal Mahoney
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Tuesday, May 12, 2015. New Microfiction by Donal Mahoney. It was their wedding night and Priya didn’t want to tell her new husband all about it but Bill kept asking where she had learned to walk like that. Finally she told him it was inherited from a previous life, a life she had lived many years ago in India, not far from Bangalore. She had been a cobra kept in a charmer’s basket. Donal Mahoney, a native of Chicago, lives in St. Louis, Missouri. His fiction and poetry have appeared in various pu...If yo...
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BLUEPEPPER: New Poetry by Claire Roberts
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Wednesday, October 17, 2012. New Poetry by Claire Roberts. Elevators rise like bubbles in a wine glass. And the blue-grey linoleum floors. He’s attached to a drip. That bubbles with dull music;. I kiss his shaking hand and his smile. Appears and flees like a mirror-light. The fluorescent lights turn on. And blink like someone waking. I take my backpack and pass. Through the automatic doors. Into the shivering night. That descend to the lawns. Where I see raindrops. Cling to shrubs and glitter. New Poetry...
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BLUEPEPPER: February 2015
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Thursday, February 26, 2015. To all those who have submitted work in the past fortnight, I humbly apologise for my lack of response but repairs to my laptop are taking longer than expected. Bluepepper should be up and running again in the first week of March! Posted by Justin Lowe. Tuesday, February 10, 2015. New Poetry by R. Gerry Fabian. The Winter Of Our Discontent. With apologies to Shakespeare and Steinbeck. The rusted square metal clothes pole. Sits in three feet of snow. With stiff frayed rope.
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BLUEPEPPER: New Words and Images by Wayne H. W Wolfson
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Friday, April 17, 2015. New Words and Images by Wayne H. W Wolfson. 8220;Amour”,. She would say that and little else. Then she would rest her head on my shoulder. After, she would disappear for at least a week or more. One of us was lying. The way that she said it, so gently but with such intensity, it kept me waiting around. Of course I worked but gave very little thought to exploring other options when my brush was not in my hand. The corner as viewed from the window by my bed. There is a traffic l...
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BLUEPEPPER: January 2015
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Friday, January 30, 2015. New Poetry by Martin Durkin. A cowboy rolls in. Is certain about the job. But he can't make a. More matter in fact. His, hers, any of it. His body is in. As he feels he. Doesn't deserve the touch. Of the warm sun. His hand is quick. He believes in heaven. He holds no hesitation. Where this path will take. One day he finds himself. He pictures her in. His boot's shift under. As he reopens his eyes. There is a partial weight lifted,. His horse drops head and. He throws a leg over.
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Felix for Zosia: February 2015
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Monday, February 9, 2015. Hi hello how are you good morning ciao! I've oh so casually dropped by to post my latest blog entry after a brief little break from Felix world. What's a year or two between friends? Nothing worth posting about happened in that time anyway, except that I kicked a midwife in the head during labour. And cronuts were invented and I ate one. Offered to you in 2009 all about my nursing training. It's almost as many copies as the book Bronwyn thinks is the most boring book she has eve...
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Felix for Zosia: Housebroken
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Saturday, July 20, 2013. Tallboy and I are househunting again. We are being evicted from our current abode but I don't really understand why; there was nothing on the lease that said we couldn't brew moonshine in the bath and sell it through the window so I don't know why they got so huffy. Real estate agents are SOOO narrow minded, man. It's not like we were selling to really. Young children or anything. Oh I won't bother. It will decant naturally". Here is a picture I took in Summer Hill. All about Fel...
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Felix for Zosia: February 2013
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Wednesday, February 13, 2013. I don't have TIME for this! Today at work I took a phone call and was screamed at for about five minutes through the earpiece by someone who was very, very angry and upset. Something has clearly gone fucking bunta ass-hat crazy-bad with her delivery, but I was confused because it sounded to me as though all that had happened was that the books arrived in boxes she didn't like the shape of. I had to wait for her to fully vent ("I don't have TIME for this! Foodstuff of the Week.
