Johanna Shapiro, PhD
We include three apparently very different poems in this issue. One is a paean to the patient’s family doctor; another references a dying cancer patient whose doctor does not want to let him go; and the third differentiates the living narrator from a group of deceased mental patients. Yet at some level, all three poems are about power, borders, and boundaries. Foucault taught us that power is not the exclusive property of any one group or individual.