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Sara Baume’s Handiwork

It is a kind of dark serendipity that a book about (amongst other things) what it means to live and create at the mercy of time and measured productivity – what Baume calls “the terrible responsibility” – should be launched in the midst of an international pandemic.

White Boredom

You, with teeth and white boredom,tangled in my sheets, your fingers stuffed inside, as though you think I might enjoy it.  I pretend to be a hollowed-out tree, bear-furred around the wound, yourprofile reminding me of old grievancesrattling around my head like loose teeth.  I hate the coldness of your lips on myindifferent skin.  My body sinks back in … Continue reading White Boredom

Ayesha (2)

I wish I could begin a painting of her. I grabbed a paint brush. Too bad, I'm just a poet with clumsy hands.  I figured out her paradox, The girl who can suffuse La Dolce Vita, Bringing colors and sweet scents to a nondescript workplace,  also has the blatant appeal of a Chiaroscuro art composition.  Here I am, sitting on the … Continue reading Ayesha (2)