Britni Pepper

Joined November 2020

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The Night the Stars Aligned
It was the perfect night. Full moon, summer solstice, clear sky, and the evening air so warm and heavy it felt like silk on my skin.
By Britni Pepper11 months ago in Viva
An interesting proof of the afterlife?
Note: I read an article by Tavian Jean-Pierre published here a while ago. I thought it was deep and insightful and very well-argued but I disagreed with it.
By Britni Pepper11 months ago in FYI
My Number One Soup
Winter in Melbourne. Cool, cloudy, wet, and this time of year the daylight only lasts for, like, half an hour. Salads are out and soups are in. Something hot and hearty, a bit of heat in the seasoning, something to stick to the ribs.
By Britni Pepper11 months ago in Feast
Local Heroine
Peter Capaldi, who goes on to play the twelfth Doctor Who, is Danny Oldsen, the dorky local operative of a massive Texan oil company with its sites set on a charming Scottish bay.
By Britni Pepper12 months ago in Unbalanced
Quick, Make Me a Magic Robot Car!
As I write these words, here in Melbourne, it’s nearly 7 AM, it’s still dark outside, cold, a bit of fog. I’d hate to be out riding my bike.
By Britni Pepper12 months ago in Futurism
The Best Part of Cooking
There’s a cut of meat I always look for in the supermarket. Not a big roast, nothing showy, not unless I’m having a dining room full of guests and that’s vanishingly rare in these pandemic days.
By Britni Pepper12 months ago in Feast
Hataciku, bless you!
Just eleven lines Tell a tale of hope in spring Or autumn’s langour --- Count my syllables Primes are the poem’s numbers
By Britni Pepper12 months ago in Poets
Finding a Frankfurter in Frankfurt
He was waiting for me as Immigration pushed me out into Germany. I’d rarely been so glad to see another person, and here he was smiling and holding his arms out for a hug. After a hectic trip to get to the correct London airport for my flight to Frankfurt, I had been sure I’d miss my plane, arrive in a strange country hours late, unable to speak the language, forced to find my way to a place I’d never been to dine on foreign food with grumpy people I’d never met.
By Britni Pepper12 months ago in Filthy
The Nudity Clause
They wanted me to do a nude scene. The play was Steaming — about a group of women protesting the imminent closure of their local Turkish bath — and naturally, there were a lot of scenes where the actors — well, actresses, in this case — were dressed, undressing, walking around in bath towels, completely nude, and everything in between.
By Britni Pepper12 months ago in Filthy
Top Story - October 2022
A Moment of MagicTop Story - October 2022
Her little hand is close in mine, I squeeze it as we near the time: Our full attention, A ball of gold, Sinking in the mirror sea.
By Britni Pepper12 months ago in Poets
The Magic Barber
All must go. Closing down. Outta here. Goin’ fishin’ Barber shop on Main Street. The mall’s cut the customers, chopped the butcher, the baker makes no dough.
By Britni Pepper12 months ago in Poets
The Three Faces of Jesus
As a student of philosophy I’m always interested in how people perceive the cosmos in an organised way. A shared view of how the universe works relies on a certain amount of faith. If someone says that lightning is made by a thunder god, and they say it convincingly enough, they will be believed, and then they will be at odds with another group of people who believe in electricity and charged particles and so on. The two groups get together, sparks fly.
By Britni Pepper12 months ago in FYI