Poetry

"...so close that your emissions of carbon are mine, so close your sea rises with my heat.”

Frank Clark, MD, may have made history this weekend with an epic musical and poetry performance.

Reflecting on the alarming rates of suicide among Black individuals.

"...barriers that create space for healing placed close enough to hear everyone’s cries of longing and love..."

It's beyond time to sound the alarm...

"Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things..."

"He manages like somebody carrying a box that is too heavy, first with his arms underneath..."

The poetic and artistic reflections from 2 psychiatrists serve as a good reminder to us all.

"...barriers that create space for healing placed close enough to hear everyone’s cries of longing and love..."

One psychiatrist offers hope and a prayer for humanity as we enter the New Year.

"...Love can't block a bullet, but neither can it be shot down..."

"And with one slow blink my reality shifts..."

What can we learn from our deepest thoughts?

Final thoughts on 2021 as we say goodbye to another tumultuous year and look ahead with hope...

Psychiatric reflections as we approach the new year...

Poetry approaches the visceral experience of intense emotion better than prose or medical reports.

What are the social, psychiatric, and individual implications of the poem “Ulysses”?

Reflections on the ups and downs during of life...

Many patients carry the burden of sexual assault and related trauma.

Reflections on the mental health of those in blue who serve...

Poetic reflections of emotions experienced during the holiday season.

".... I’m consigned to wait while the baby gets an injection..."

"...But tonight I’m twenty years and two hundred leagues from the sea, her painting suddenly a family portrait—weather-beaten me in the middle with worried-window-eyes..."

There have been so many hurdles, but the "runner" keeps his eye on a positive finish line...

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

The holidays can both be a time of joy and a time of stress...

A conviction represents a cautious step toward increased justice...

I didn’t find out until I wrote this poem…

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