Do you remember how it felt when you were a kid? How everything made you laugh and the most seemingly obscure connections formulated in your mind out of stardust and earth? That all-of-a-sudden, remembered innocence? That's what it feels like to listen to a Sabrina Benaim poem - instantly nostalgic, yet new.
A Few Short Poems :
My Problem With Love
if he can give it to me
I don't want it.
it was a good hug,
if there is such a thing as a hug
so good it did not wish
it were a kiss.
if i am holding you without hands
how am i supposed to let go?
Where were you born?
I was born in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
What is your family life like?
I have a big huge family, blood & chosen.
Do you have any pets?
No pets, but in my dreams I have a wiener dog named Frank Sinatra.
What is your favorite color?
Purple is my favourite colour.
When did you start writing?
Since the seventh or eighth grade, I've kept a notebook and written as a means of understanding what's going on in myself and the world around me.
If you had teachers or coaches, how did they teach you?
I'm not sure how to answer that other than to say, I read A LOT & absorb as much as I can from the world around me, be it teachers, coaches, peers, strangers on the bus, art, the stillness of trees… everything can be a teacher if we allow it.
Who are your major poetic influences?
It is almost impossible to say, but perhaps above everyone else, I might say Anne Sexton.
When on stage, how do you keep from getting nervous?
I don't believe there is any way to keep from being nervous, I just try to embrace the way that I feel before I step onstage & allow myself to harness the work I am performing from that one electric energy point.
How do you avoid cliches?
What images, flavors, or senses do you find yourself returning to over and over, and why?
I always find myself using images of light, the sensation of burning, lately cinnamon has been a big one, mountains & moons. Doesn't it always come back to the moon?
How has poetry changed your life?
I think our lives are moving poetry; the poems are always in the air waiting to be plucked. the acceptance and support of my work has changed me in the sense that I no longer have to keep all the fruit i've plucked to myself, and that is a huge relief on my pockets, if you know what i mean.