Category Archives: Stefanie Bennett

APOLOGUE

A Poem by Stefanie Bennett for Monsanto & Dow Chemicals Since there’s the scarcity Of timbre to it, what Is it that’s Been fleeced From me! Separate tables! A bogus Wine waiter! And The tuning-fork Of a sublet Indefinable Symphonic … Continue reading

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THE PRESENCE (Surpassing Monsanto & Dow Chemical)

A poem by Stefanie Bennett Beyond Description: Too wound-weary To hold, The Beloved Lays The wild violet Beside The Patron Saint Of Soul.

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THE WHAT OF FOREVER (Without Monsanto & Dow Chemical)

A Poem by Stefanie Bennett Away with the leaf’s Star face And the jagged air, I make My notes On the overflow Of night’s Visible rhetoric For you to come And go As you please… For you To pass Unseen.

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SHINE: The Gulf (for Tim), Before Monsanto & Dow Chemical

A Poem by Stefanie Bennett Because happenstance Likes To play truant The colour Of the smoke-house Is indigo Twirling much As a prayer-wheel Does before The river wild Sucks it on Back up A full throated February gullet Quieting The … Continue reading

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SLEEPWALKING

A Poem by Stefanie Bennett –Because of Monsanto & Dow Chemical The easy-speak wind Has a lot On her mind. Me? I’m watching My Ps and Qs Just as the frost Does Back of The blind Stump Where The Ghost … Continue reading

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Don’t Cry My Children

A Poem by Stefanie Bennett – after Monsanto and Dow Chemical They scold you for being Too big for your boots. For back-chatting. For singing in quiet places. For feeding the animals. For questioning the damnation Of some; the elation … Continue reading

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DREAM VOLLEY; Summer of ‘69 for Mick (Never Forgetting Monsanto and Dow Chemical)

A Poem by Stefanie Bennett I wanted to come back. The stones had not moved Since my passing. A cock still crowed late, Past daylight. The windmill sat stern, Forever unturned. Wildflowers hugged the back door. The old dog… once … Continue reading

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