Hektoen International

A Journal of Medical Humanities

Tag: poem

  • Flesh on flesh

    Paul RousseauCharleston, South Carolina, United States There is a solace to flesh on flesh, a laying on of the hands, a ritual of caring,  but now, in our distant worlds,  we hide in pixeled foxholes,  tap, tap, tapping on computers, tablets, and cell phones,  the patient unseen and untouched. PAUL ROUSSEAU (he/his/him) is a semi-retired…

  • Pink and yellow

    Govind Krishnan Durham, North Carolina, United States I am wearing pink, I have a rosy glowMy breaths are even, measured, slowThe doctors come and go. Come and go. Come and go.But sometimes they mutter, their heads bowed low. And when they do this, I rest my hands on my growing bellylistening intently, but understanding barely.…

  • Ode to my stethoscope

    Hilton KoppeLennox Head, Australia Poet’s note My Littman stethoscope has accompanied me on my journey in medicine across five decades into premature medical retirement. It was definitely more difficult to lay down my stethoscope than it had been for me to recommend medical retirement to many of my patients. This poem includes a liberal sprinkling…

  • La couronne

    Sophia WilsonNew Zealand Virions, under an electron microscope, resemble a crown.An artist’s soft hued roses and golds,belie the sinister underbelly, the forked tongue. Everything suddenly looks a whole lot different; Today an elderly woman inclined overwalking frame, inches down supermarket aislesin search of weekly staples, not agile enough to dodge another’s cough,nor equipped to stockpileor…

  • of little significance

    Vamsi ReddyKeri JonesAugusta, Georgia, United States VAMSI REDDY is a third-year medical student at the Medical College of Georgia. He completed his undergraduate education at Augusta University in the inaugural class of the BS/MD accelerated medical program. Vamsi enjoys the beauty which pervades through the medical field and has taken to trying to capture a glimpse…

  • Some subjects are given

    Michael SalcmanBaltimore, Maryland, United States Some subjects are given to the authorsof poems and songs, of mechanical puzzlesand lives, given over and over like a spiking fever in an old TB wardor the low level irritation of a cancerraising its hand in a bone — here I am it says, conversant with any private language…

  • I tried to write a dementia poem

    Mac GreeneIndianapolis, Indiana, United States I tried to write…Did I tell you already?About the softball teamon my first job,and I left my mitton the front seatof my 1965 Chevy pickupthat I sold for a hundred fifty dollarsin Rappahannock County,with the ball in the pocketjust like you’re supposed to. Where was I?I tried to write about…

  • “Mental Cases” by Wilfred Owen: The suffering of soldiers in World War I

    Alice MacNeillOxford, United Kingdom Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight?Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows,Drooping tongues from jaws that slob their relish,Baring teeth that leer like skulls’ tongues wicked?Stroke on stroke of pain, — but what slow panic,Gouged these chasms round their fretted sockets?Ever from their hair and through their hand palmsMisery swelters.…

  • The blue pain

    Shirali RainaNoida, India His black smudged,The white blurred,Grey and only greyHis shadowed world.Breathing in doubt,Breathing out dread.Angels in his heart,And demons in the head. His mind in tatters,Blue, blue the pain.Shunned and ragged,The world of insane.Mutes of the dusk,Dawns of half dead.Angels in his heart.And demons in the head. Oh ! The temptationOf the fatal…

  • To Nurse – Hospital Halls – Breath – and more

    Carol BattagliaChicago, Illinois To nurse Hospital halls To CareTo SolaceTo TouchTo FeelTo HurtTo NeedTo Heal, othersas well as ourselves. I have walked these hospital hallsfor many years now. Thousands ofsteps, thousands of words, it’s nowonder I’m tired. Talked out.The emotions of others swirl aroundme. Some happy, some relief, someburdened with grief. Sometimes Iturn a corner…