Effects: ‘The Maldives’ Coup by Stefanie Bennett

Don’t talk with me
The ‘beginning
Of the end’
The face
I wasn’t
Born with
Defies description.

We Who Came… by Stefanie Bennett

We who came through the generations
Emptied the pepper
All over the dessert.
Knifed Arabic
In the gravy.
Dealt out spoons – the royal
Flush of poker.
Turned the wineglass
Into paper-cups.
Fed cheese and anchovy
‘Over there’
To a mange-mimic connoisseur.
Set the finger-bowl alight
And quarrelled
Words and sent them
Off to another
Serious luncheon.
The balloons we left intact.
Air. No-one’s
Put a price on it.
Of mixed ancestry [Italian/Irish/Paugussett-Shawnee], Stefanie Bennett has
published several poetry titles + a novel & a libretto & worked with –No Nukes-
Arts Action For Peace. Stefanie was born in Queensland, Australia in 1945.

From the Crow’s Nest by Stefanie Bennett

Why would anyone
Want to be
Rich and
When the rest
           Of our
Affiliates are
So poorly
Of mixed ancestry [Italian/Irish/Paugussett-Shawnee], Stefanie Bennett has
published several poetry titles, a novel and a  libretto, and worked with
‘No Nukes’ Arts Action For Peace. Stefanie was born in Qld., Australia in

Measure by Stefanie Bennett

After [United Nations] “Rights of the Child” October 2017  (Stefanie Bennett)
I thought him shallow
Until he bent
To kiss the ground   *
… This Dosha
“With the trouble”
On his chest.
Lilacs flared – and
A sparrow
Held her wing at
He hissed: the larynx
A dirge
Born of sand.
Repeat Sri Lanka,
And weep.
[*Dosha = Ritual Healer / Buddhists kiss
the ground with their feet]
Of mixed ancestry [Irish/Italian/Paugussett-Shawnee] Stefanie Bennett
has published several books of poetry & worked with Arts Action For
Peace. She was born in Qld., Australia in 1945.

Anti-gay pogrom in Chechnya by Stefanie Bennett

And I will love you because
the world never did.
And I will cloak you in syllables
to  keep inquiring eyes at bay.
And I will cover our footprints
so daringly
that no-one will ask,
ever again,
for a sequel to love and loveliness.
And you will love me because
the world never did.
Because the gentleness of fortitude
is a hard act to follow.
And we will scrape up
our worldly ruins
to begin building this
hectare of the heart
cupped between the planet’s breast.
Know that the quiet doctrines will be
as fragile
as your face.
The direction…
clear as a single birdcall
across the idioms
of free space.
In a land where
no wall stands we will
meet and set our lives to the order
of metaphysical things.
We will love because
the world never did; and
give back
what was never taken
when the time comes.

The Chill: Boko Haram by Stefanie Bennett

Analytically, outside
the city limits
‘The Age
Of Reason’
is deterred.  *
Thus… here’s
to the cat
that sat
in a school-house
none sought
to assemble.
(*Chibok, Nigeria)
Stefanie Bennett has published several books of poetry, a novel & a libretto. She has
been nominated for The Pushcart & Best of the Net & acted as a publishing editor;
tutored at The Institute of Modern Languages [James Cook University] & worked with
Arts Action for Peace. Of mixed ancestry (Italian/Irish/Paugussett-Shawnee) she was
born in Queensland, Australia. ‘The Vanishing’, Stefanie’s current poetry title –2015-
is available from its publisher Walleah Press & Amazon.