AWAITING FULLNESS

In "Awaiting Fullness," Baxter explores the darker muse of lyrical expression and unleashes a gothically beautiful stream of thoughts and images from the realm of horror poetry. Once delivered into her skillful hands, the reader has no choice but to follow along into a world of nightmares, questions and philosophical fantasies. From her fatalistic dark sonnets to her hard hitting meditations on life, Jane Timm Baxter shares countless raw emotions and invites you to do the same as we all go through life, awaiting fullness and understanding.

Praise for Awaiting Fullness:

"This nicely produced collection of poetry by Florida native Jane Timm Baxter was a joy to receive in my mailbox. Her moody, angst-filled poetry flows nicely and hits close to home with any reader who grew into maturity viewing life through a dark-tinted lens. Highly recommended for anyone who likes to curl up with a great collection of poetry."

--Jennifer Hardin, Editor (The Midnight Gallery #10)               

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SAMPLE POEMS

"Awaiting Fullness"

(C) 2000

Beyond the Breaking Point

A chain of molten steel
Melts into my intestines,
Coagulating like a solid virus,
Pulling me inside out and back again.
Every memory has a flavor
As they bubble trough dust
And dreams,
Breaking free in my mind
To wander like ghosts from a dream.
I try to speak,
To hold their attention,
Yet they keep flowing until
They disappear and the chain,
Once so powerful,
Snaps like a brittle limb
Lost in the harshest storm.


Blood Doll

I am just a blood doll
Sitting on your shelf
And waiting for you to unleash
Your love with my silver key
And whisper my name in languages
Known only through our bond.
My crimson kiss lays upon your pale hand
Like a seal of ownership buried into
Your inviting flesh,
And your eyes ever search my frame
With a passion created solely for the
Glowing stars in the infinite cosmos –
But it is ours,
As I am yours,
And you are mine
Forever.


Prenatal Hell

Umbilical cords bind me to a frozen nightmare
Pulsating through my breasts to
Radiate like a supernovan villain
Up through my spinal soul
And coagulating sorrow in my womb
Like a terminal pregnancy of darkness.
Smoke rings frame my eyes
With spectral bruises
And I’m drowning in carnivorous sobs.
Baby’s breath chokes my veins and
Fills my senses with the
Honeysuckle sweetness of decay –
Alcohol burns my wounds to
Quench my thirst, then kicks my rotting intestines
Into the metal jaws of eternal darkness
Where my nightmare offspring taunt me
With their distant cries,
Devoid of mercy or apologies to sweeten
The deadly blows.
Slice the heavens with an onyx dagger
And haul me to the day –
Ignore my cries before I fall in ashes
Within my mind and never see the light again!
My heartbeat is already
one with the madness
and I must soon be weaned –
without delay –
else my placenta of torment
will crush me like a
cosmic stillborn soul.