Category Archives: Stefanie Bennett

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. Advertisements

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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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SPIRALS – During Monsanto & Dow Chemicals

A Poem by Stefanie Bennett] In the saddened air hanging Blotting paper hints At being sky. Oceans Have been sponged up. Forests cling To this pulp ceiling. Insight of beholders, our views Are bound to differ. See! A plastic lark … Continue reading

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