Black Pepper Publishing

Black Pepper Publishing Melbourne based boutique publishing house. Since then, Black Pepper has published over two dozen poetry titles. Founded by K.F. Have a look at our list.
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It needed Black Pepper
Black Pepper and poetry

Cordite, No. 2, 1997

It was a dark and stormy poetry scene in mid 1995 when Black Pepper commenced publishing poetry with its second title, the Anne Elder award-winning Michelangelo's Prisoners by Jennifer Harrison. Pearson and Gail Hannah, Black Pepper is a press which actively seeks out new talents amongst its poets with several titles published b

eing first collections, and which seeks to act as a repertory publisher, with an ongoing relationship between publisher and writer, which is important for both author and publisher. It's not much good finding a publisher only to be thrown back into a desolate marketplace with your next book. Our philosophy is straightforward, revolving around literary excellence, and giving no preference to one school of poetry over another. Indeed diversity is a feature of a list that includes Anne Fairbairn's reworking of a Persian text in An Australian Conference of the Birds, Louis De Paor's Irish language Sentences of Earth & Stone / Gobán Cré is Cloth, with en-face translations, and the single line 'dreamline' poems of John Anderson. We are interested in successful experimental work as well as more traditional poetry which shines through. A perceived lack of poetry publishers and contracting poetry lists in the late 1990s was part of the reason for the birth of Black Pepper and in a short time we became a first choice publisher for many poets. Our list continues to grow with several poetry titles per year, six in 2004. David Brooks has written that 'Poetry, I think, is rather like the frog in the ecosystem, an index of the health of the whole' and when poets as outstanding as the late John Anderson had their careers put on hold for the lack of a publisher, the frogs are being badly done by. Black Pepper has authors who have published both poetry and fiction: Navigatio the novel, by poet Alison Croggon, which came out to substantial critical acclaim, including the perceptive comment by Robert Gray that this was a long prose poem; and Mosaics & Mirrors, a poetry collection co-authored by Graham Henderson, playwright and author. The black spines of our twenty-six poetry titles to date - soon to be thirty-two titles - contain works by poets adding spice to the soup of Modern Australian poetry. Have a look at our cover designs by Gail Hannah and see what you think. Is our list to your taste, or could we add a little more Black Pepper?

13/08/2025

Leafless

Neither tea, nor mint, nor bay leaf to boil.
I walk from behind my boy ventriloquist doll.

12/08/2025

Among Many

I bore him as healthy.
They filched his weight daily.

08/08/2025

The Unfound

It is time to think of the unfound,
the unaccounted for, after lifting
slabs from rabble, of those fully
anonymous, though families
grieve, or uncertain, half grieve.
What they gave, cannot be said
of the unidentified, though families
grieve, or uncertain, half grieve.

They have come to represent, in their
nullness, what genocide wants: Wipe-out.

30/07/2025

My old friend The Apparition’s response to the current
Alpha-macho ascendancy

In Praise of Cowards

The coward is the meek as action hero.

The coward is the one who shows the way.

He is not a zealot, but feels what he believes.

The cowarrd is the first to to face the truth.

In days of hype the coward is authentic.

The coward doesn’t dress for the occasion.

He’s more likely than the warrior to have another day.

There’s no glass ceiling to be broken for the coward.

Rainforest, tundra, tropics accommodate the coward.

When you flinch you partake of the coward.

The coward is no careerist. He can hide his virtue.

Cowards know all war is a war crime.

The coward is the citizen in us all.

Walk hand in hand, my darlings, with the coward.

Hesitation is a virtue of the coward.

Only the coward’s genes can bring us peace.

18/07/2025

Sign This:

14/07/2025

WORSE UNDER FIRE

Things couldn’t be worse,
until it becomes so,
in my home town,
bombed out since
my boy was born
who is ten now,
miraculously still
with all of his limbs.

Tea, coffee or arak
can hardly be got,
doors and windows
blown out of most
cafes and debke
dances at weddings
gone with their joys.

The sky is no longer
silent or bird-filled
but has buzz or whir
of attack drones,
eerie red and green
flicker of nav lights
lower than aircraft,
closer to cause fear.

Not even the snail
who carries his house
in fear of my boot,
is as anxious as I
and for my son
and wife who dreads
shrapnel will hit belly
and her nearly newborn.

Not long now displaced
from wrecked flat to tent,
than erected blockades,
throttle food supplies
and cut off foreign aid,
agricultural land ravaged,
what future but hunger.
Our donkey long sold
our dog left to scavenge.

08/07/2025

Battle to Eat

While war was about the great battle to eat
it could honour the enemy it was slated to kill.
Robust eggah or delicate omelette
respect the egg though they break the eggs.

05/07/2025

DEVELOPERS’ DELIGHT

Developers hover over
the ruins of Gaza.

Ceasefires HELP assess
how to vacuum the mess
to have a tabula raza
unhistorical Gaza.

There’ll be green spaces and condos
and kiddies in kinders
and investment tomorrow.

World engineers see
railways and skyscrapers,
tunnels and tube trains
and investment tomorrow

There’ll be playgrounds and playing
And no aircraft bombing
re-making of Gaza

Cafes will be crowded
night life in full swing
only a moon up above

Oases newly fertile
orderly traffic
on bitumen roads

Town and city are stainless
unmenaced by armies
rocket or gunfire.

Bibi and Donald,
this is your vision―

builders hovering over
sweeping tabula raza
of unhistorical Gaza.

04/07/2025

PEACE

03/07/2025

Weighing it up

Each physical thing has
a weight and measure,
each slab of rubble,
pebble and stone
where once was a city
blue tiles from the mosque
a gavel from the courts
stainless steel from the morgue
are blasted to dust.
Dust too has its measure.
Its measure is us.

01/07/2025

As Russia is shooting its own troops fleeing the front line, it is time to recall The Apparition's Sermon on the Mount:
In Praise of Cowards
The coward is the meek as action hero.
The coward is the one who shows the way.
He is not a zealot, but feels what he believes.
In days of hype the coward is authentic.
The coward doesn’t dress for the occasion.
He’s more likely than the warrior to have another day.
There’s no glass ceiling to be broken for the coward.
Rainforest, tundra, tropics accommodate the coward.
When you flinch you partake of the coward.
The coward is no careerist. He can hide his virtue.
Cowards know all war is a war crime.
The coward is the citizen in us all.
Walk hand in hand, my darlings, with the coward.
Hesitation is a virtue of the coward.
Only the coward’s genes can bring us peace.

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