18Jul 2022 Stefanie Bennett

DOWSING

One blade of grass will weather All seasons, Trawl a spider’s thread Through the chimera wound As D-day approaches. Listen. Do you hear the crib Shrieking empty In the holster... Read More
editors note:

And we say, “You don’t have the sense of a blade of grass!” for a reason. – mh clay

15Jan 2022 Stefanie Bennett

PENDULUM

... Like a Mapuche National I dream of sunken ships, Shadows that walk The Milky Way, And the empty nests Of telegraph poles. The grass grows ‘Second sight’ High While... Read More
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Dream your best and light your landing pad well. – mh clay

24Jul 2021 Stefanie Bennett

THE SOFT DOMESTIC ECONOMY

Via the vending maelstrom I get a blighted Portfolio poultice, An art deco Electric toothbrush, Three cut-out Culinary Square meals and A jump-to-it Confederacy Of confidence Madrigal Where nothing is... Read More
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The eyes have it. (Just can’t find a cure for it.) – mh clay

21Nov 2020 Stefanie Bennett

THE FORCE

Don Juan, in this quaternary age Wears a tattered Akubra And sings The purple spoils of poetry. Out there, where hawks cross-cut Picture postcards And the still chattering Chimney stones... Read More
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Add the natty hat and anything’s possible. – mh clay

7Jul 2020 Stefanie Bennett

LEVERTOV’S LADDER

... Leaving, she saw them eat Her words and The left-over gravy In that comprised tumbled- Down shack where The hawk-weed grows But doesn’t erase The colour Of absence –... Read More
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Leave your reveries (and your recipes) behind. Ascend! – mh clay

17Nov 2019 Stefanie Bennett

YOU CAN’T SEE THE SKY FOR CONCRETE

... At times like these, I wish The great slab Of blue and Horses’ manes In the wind to Descend Their science To landscape And sculpture out A space for... Read More
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Our mental Mayans with nowhere to hide. Levis ain’t living space. – mh clay

2Jun 2019 Stefanie Bennett

DEAR READER

In pursuit of the common touch They wanted to know If I’d stake My life on it. Vive la difference! What I’m most curious of – is, Would they then... Read More
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To say makes true, but to swear makes news. – mh clay

24Dec 2018 Stefanie Bennett

FORECAST 25th DECEMBER 2018

There are specks of blood On the freeway. A dog’s met death. Met it head-on. We allow some sort of pity. There are specks of blood Of a different kind,... Read More
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All I want for Christmas are (2) white handkerchiefs; (1) to stop the flow, and (2) to call for parley. – mh clay

13Oct 2018 Stefanie Bennett

SOUL SISTER

I take it, the crust Of the moment, One word At a time... Move it Cross country Past the livery Stable, the train’s Box-cars, all ‘A hoot’ On the half... Read More
15Jul 2018 Stefanie Bennett

DESIGN

When he whispers incantations Across the ceremonial pit In late winter The last snow-drift orbits The tree tops Like smoke On a morning stroll Headed towards Infinity’s skylight. Praise abounds.... Read More
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Add double the bubble to your toil, no trouble. Magic as money to spend on you. – mh clay