Tag Archives: Poetry

Tending Babe Ruth’s grave

Jacob M. Appel New York City, New York, United States (Spring 2018)   Babe Ruth’s grave in Gate of Heaven Cemetery   We’ve got our share of notables and has-beens, Mobsters and vaudeville stars and even Bess Houdini, Harry’s widow, tucked under polished Barre granite, But the Babe’s our star attraction. Old-time fans And kids […]

Death notices

Jacob M. Appel New York City, New York, United States (Spring 2018)   The Suicide by Édouard Manet 1877–1881 Browsing the obituaries over Sunday brunch — one never knows what nugget one may find, a former grade school teacher or some biddy from one’s mother’s mahjongg klatch — I stumble upon the wedded name of the girl I’d […]

Pathology

Eden Almasude Minneapolis, Minnesota, United States (Spring 2018)     Sipping Scotch and watching fava beans Spurt new life from the earth I ruminate: a dead man’s ribcage, mutilated The skin of his scalp, Limp without a skull beneath for: science and medicine? Or curiosity? I smell the morgue In sweat from my run and wonder […]

Welcome aboard

Myron F. Weiner Dallas, TX (Fall 2017)   Charon carries souls across the river Styx Greetings! Welcome to your afterlife! I am Charon, your boatman; your guide from life to death. Life differs for everyone who is born. Death is the same. Although, stooped, I am strong enough To convey you to See the river […]

To my friend with diabetes, on losing her foot

Anna Kander Iowa City, IA (Fall 2017)   The author’s friend, almost sixty years ago–when she was first diagnosed with Type I Diabetes and told she probably wouldn’t survive to adulthood. You walk sixty-seven years while childhood diabetes, against your iron will, poisons your peripheral nerves with sugar, and the muscles of your feet, starved of […]

Walt Whitman: a difficult patient

Jack Coulehan Stony Brook, NY  (Fall 2017)   On June 15, 1888, the following notice appeared in  the New York Times under the headline AGED POET SUFFERS RELAPSE: “Prof. William Osler, of the University of Pennsylvania, was summoned by telegraph this afternoon to go to Walt Whitman’s bedside. The aged poet had a relapse, and […]

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 […]

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 […]