Tag Archives: Poetry

Defining dead

Arya Shah Rochester, MN (Summer 2017) Park Point Trail The checklist of death was foreign to me when I first ran down its list. It’s hard to describe that encounter with death, but let’s see if I can convey the gist. It started on a bright summer morning. A boy woke up for a day […]

I sing the battery electric

Victoria Crawford Chiang Mai, Thailand (Summer 2017)   One, two nights there came an odd flutter when half asleep, half awake, on my left side, as slight as a moth’s wings might stutter, a beat— lopsided, not to be denied. My five year old maker unpaced me, potholed cadences , the rhythm of my life: five […]

Breathing

Laura Anne White Rochester, MN (Summer 2017)   Author’s statement: I wrote this poem on a piece of scrap paper around five am, towards the end of a night shift. About fifteen minutes after coming into work that evening, a patient of mine who had been somnolent struggled to breathe. Moments like this have a […]

Letter to Pa

Charles H. Halsted Davis, CA (Spring 2017)   James A. Halsted, MD (left) and Charles H. Halsted, MD (right), 1984 I heard our tire chains clacking on slushy streets, then waited freezing, short legs  dangling, watching you—warm coat  against the cold, your bag in hand—walk   through the opened door, return after  half an hour with […]

Reluctance

Ken Williams Cambria, CA (Summer 2017)    Agent Orange being sprayed during the Vietnam War Triple canopy jungle stripped bare by Agent Orange Reluctance weighing his heels slowing his pace doctor enters Face gray with worry body tight with knowledge my wife’s grip tightens Blood count wrong responding not they’ve done all says he, also, […]

Morning note

Jeanne Bryner Trumbull Memorial Hospital, Warren, Ohio, United States (Winter 2011) Poet’s statement: “Morning note” was a response to finding my husband’s note. Couples who have come through this type of grief know its depth. There are many gravesites on our journey. Names we dare not speak burn themselves inside our hearts.   Morning note […]

Another Found Poem – Anatomy of Love

John A. Vanek St. Petersburg, Florida, United States (Fall 2010)Poet’s statement: I am a physician by training, but a poet by passion. Poetry provides a vehicle that takes me to places that logic won’t go. It is a way of understanding the incomprehensible, both in life and in medicine. I now prescribe poetry PRN (“as needed”), […]

Balloons

John A. Vanek St. Petersburg, Florida, United States (Spring 2011) Poet’s statement: Poetry provides a vehicle that takes me to places that logic won’t go, a way of understanding the incomprehensible, both in life and in medicine. I now prescribe poetry PRN (“as needed”), but warn that it may hurt a little. My poems are peopled […]

Always, Autumn Leaves

 John A. Vanek, MD St. Petersburg, Florida, United States (Spring 2011)Poet’s statement: Poetry provides a vehicle that takes me to places that logic won’t go, a way of understanding the incomprehensible, both in life and in medicine. I now prescribe poetry PRN (“as needed”), but warn that it may hurt a little. My poems are peopled […]

Neighbors

Johanna Shapiro (Spring 2010)   A well dressed skeleton Photograph by Caley McIntyre Northwestern University Feinberg Medical School, Chicago, Illinois Class of 2011 and Mexico Fulbright-Garcia Robles Alum, 2009 http://caleyelguero.wordpress.com Neighbors   Death is not my lover – that would be morbid – nor even my best friend – though some say he can be […]