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Stefanie Bennett

LATITUDE     Santa Rosa was the favoured haunt In early fall. My Aunt, grey eyes Flashing like moon arrows Sought out Humming bird and quail – her Dilapidated camera Balancing on Bedrock mortar – the snapshots Surely a breath Of yesteryear … Continue reading

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Stefanie Bennett

  MACHIAVELLI IN THE BRONX No one lives here any more, so how is it you found me slap-happily accosted by chores? Yes, it’s the Sabbath, and dare I objurgate your Sunday best’s just too solemn for my taste. Wise … Continue reading

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Stefanie Bennett

APOLOGUE 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 Score! Be quick. Either way The minions Play; and … Continue reading

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