A Prescription Suitable For Anyone…
Antidotes From Another Hemisphere is a compilation of verse intended to cleanse the mind and recycle non-toxic thoughts. The author leaves behind a trail of clues that hints at a solution to the puzzle. Each poem contains a medical spin, some easier to diagnose than others.
When defining medicine, one often thinks of medication, surgery, scalpels, hospitals and physicians. This however, is something much less invasive, yet equally therapeutic.
From an introduction of marriage to the act of sneezing, this book features some new aspects of the author, including an alternate ending, a short story and a ‘thought-of-the-day’ section. From a journey into the bowels of the bathtub to mechanisms in pharmacology, these stanzas will have you thinking on a tangent, as the hemispheres of art and science collide.
Jason graduated from the University of Toronto and practices as a community pharmacist. He lives with his wife Lauren in Sudbury, Ontario.
He terms poetry an antidote, allowing him to bring an artistic element into his science-based world.
Fighting Dotes
It can be safely stated
that pharmacists fight dotes.
You see,
they are very well
versed, equipped and licensed
to practice such tasks.
Dote-fighters of all flavours,
pharmacists must undoubtfully be,
as dotes present in all flavours themselves.
Bleeding dotes, respiratory dotes,
dotes that grow inside silently.
Dotes that play havoc on the mind
and weaken the heart.
Self-made dotes that attack their host,
and recurring dotes that learn from past wars.
Fortunately,
in a world flooded with active and potential dotes,
we find pharmacists,
with antidotes.
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Cutting the Cheese
Lauren’s fault,
depending on who is asked.
The salad prepared for dress,
the cheese a final ingredient,
the slip of a knife,
the unhatting of an index,
the spilling of arterial contents, faster than
the clotting process.
Under a saturated towel
held above my head
like I’ve got the answer in class.
Ten hours in “emergency”,
No stitches, drugs or cauterization.
Just a bandage, friendly advice
and twelve new stories more horrifying than mine.