Chemotherapy Comments

I like how the verbs sortie and regroup and carry the day away. Your poems deserve 2nd and 3rd and 4th readings. You are a poet for the ages Jette. Glad I came here tonight and found your treasures.

What an amazement. Your words so full images and feeling and candor. True poetry here.

A very interesting poem on an illness that affects so many. The research and how far it has come is amazing and will only get better.

jette, now i know you've been writing for a while. and even though the experience described here is unfamiliar to me, the good phrases/images signal they are not from a novice. either you're skilled from practice, or you have genius in this poetry writing craft, or a bit of both? her petite post-it frame underbelly of 217 possibilities The numbers, the probabilities, the years are all just numbered teeth wafting through the wind chewing time. good stuff! glen

Wow, that is a wonderful portrait of a mind at work, coping with a loss of acuity. This mind has a habit of examining numbers and other mental objects, to see what traction they have on the real world. It knows which objects afford leverage toward illuminating views. It never stops weaving its fabric of sense, but this has been thrown off-kilter, so it stumbles and sees itself ticking off instants of time.// The poet Ed Dorn wrote a wonderful journal about his chemotherapy. He was given taxol, which is refined from evergreen trees: in a disoriented moment he saw himself as a giant pine cone.