Richard M. Berlin, MD

"I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul..."

"Back in the 70’s, before I knew my own voice, I listened to yours..."

"... when winds spread the word and brown fields bristle like dense fur down the back of the earth..."

"Forever you find your father in other faces..."

"Before I knew my own voice, I listened to yours while we learned our trades..."

"...They speak in poetry. Do they know I am there, listening?"

"I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky..."

"The warping night air having brought the boom, Of an owl's voice into her darkened room..."

"Write yourself scared the first day of med school, dying to cure the world..."

Being a poet isn't a 9 to 5 job.

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori: It is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country.

"A fruit fly fell in my fine crystal glass, half full of five-dollar wine..."

"...Rising out of the ground like a swamp mist, and falling out of heaven like soft dew..."

"I’ve told these war stories for decades, made them tales of friendship, savvy, good luck, and brotherhood’s strength..."

"The moon drops one or two feathers into the field..."

A true war story is never about war...

"Until then, every forest had wolves in it..."

"I want a god as my accomplice..."

"...couples become capable of 'cognitive feats' beyond that of a single individual."

"She takes them gently from my hands, scrunches her brow, studies their loneliness..."

"Down valley a smoke haze, Three days heat, after five days rain..."

"I can still hear my patient shriek..."

"While I watch the artist paint, I imagine him in the time of plague..."

"...now i forget what day it is and still feel i’m running out of time..."

"...Night is a room darkened for lovers..."

"I stood shivering in the dark kitchen, thinking about that word, ventilator..."

Reading books and journals, charting treatment plans to help patients find an Eden of their own.

"You’re a poet, aren’t you?"

"...So far the days keep coming. Seize the day gently as if you loved her.”

"My hands grown tired, my head weighed down with dreams..."