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      May 6, 2021DetailsJanée J. Baugher

      of candlelight
      vased irises
      churned butter
      mortar and
      pestle herbs
      French wine
      fresh pasta
      minced spinach
      and Baroque
      music impart
      those things
      in a zenith
      migrating to
      join cloud
      ancestors
      flailing souls
      hungry to
      nestle in
      liquid amniotic
      and warm then
      bear down
      wrought with skill
      deft yet
      indignant
      honing sharps
      for dry wrists
      perplexed at the
      crossroads
      ahead and
      turning back
      because
      forward’s
      a mystery

      Note: Janée J. Baugher was the guest on Rattlecast #90. Click here to watch …

      from Issue #12 - Winter 1999

      Janée J. Baugher

      “Not unlike the musician’s compulsion to excavate sounds, or the photographer’s need to flirt with images, I relate to my environment through words. Crafting a poem is like a blood transfusion when my cell count is low.”