My life depends on the drugs, the research, the doctors. There are no miracles, only love of family. The IV drip is like the beat of a second heart pulsing its cancer-burning flames through my body. It keeps this fire raging in my eyes that both consumes and saves me.
Jim Doss lives in Sykesville, Maryland, and earns his living as a software engineer. He has previously published two books of poems: Learning to Talk Again and What Remains. In partnership with Werner Schmitt, he also published a book of German translations entitled The Last Gold of Expired Stars: The Complete Poems of Georg Trakl 1908 – 1914. In his spare time, he is an editor for the Loch Raven Review.
Yes the Savior and the Slayer are one and the same!
I’ve been in that chair. This is an excellent expression of the thoughts that ran though my mind.
Keep on fighting Dad!
Love,
Sarah and Luna
You have such a way with words that it makes me feel like I am going through the chemo treatments with you.