Ivory Children by Joe Baumann

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Fiction, Flash Fiction
44 pages
8.5" x 5.5" single signature with hand sewn binding
Published May 2013

Bauman’s prose contains the wonder and mystery of a fairy tale while grabbing hold of the reader by the lapel and propelling you through the dark, yet often touching, stories in Ivory Children. These brief, intimate vignettes allow for an almost voyeuristic look into 14 separate narratives.

From “Brick, Sweat”:

“Now, while she stood in the kitchen, she felt the perspiration bead across her upper lip and she knew Caleb was sweating, too, the stink of drugs and banshees that had scrawled themselves in his brain and left the whites of his eyes shot with crimson leaking out and leaving a sickly slime all over his body.”

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Fiction, Flash Fiction
44 pages
8.5" x 5.5" single signature with hand sewn binding
Published May 2013

Bauman’s prose contains the wonder and mystery of a fairy tale while grabbing hold of the reader by the lapel and propelling you through the dark, yet often touching, stories in Ivory Children. These brief, intimate vignettes allow for an almost voyeuristic look into 14 separate narratives.

From “Brick, Sweat”:

“Now, while she stood in the kitchen, she felt the perspiration bead across her upper lip and she knew Caleb was sweating, too, the stink of drugs and banshees that had scrawled themselves in his brain and left the whites of his eyes shot with crimson leaking out and leaving a sickly slime all over his body.”

Fiction, Flash Fiction
44 pages
8.5" x 5.5" single signature with hand sewn binding
Published May 2013

Bauman’s prose contains the wonder and mystery of a fairy tale while grabbing hold of the reader by the lapel and propelling you through the dark, yet often touching, stories in Ivory Children. These brief, intimate vignettes allow for an almost voyeuristic look into 14 separate narratives.

From “Brick, Sweat”:

“Now, while she stood in the kitchen, she felt the perspiration bead across her upper lip and she knew Caleb was sweating, too, the stink of drugs and banshees that had scrawled themselves in his brain and left the whites of his eyes shot with crimson leaking out and leaving a sickly slime all over his body.”