Poetry

"...My mother like a distantly spilled perfume."

Reflections on National Doctor Day.

"I am her book of poems and it is I."

“…we need a break.”

One medical student shares how writing poetry can help us embrace our creativity and cope with life’s challenges.

"Always the light falls. Softly down on the hair of my belovèd."

“…Have We really Changed after Lo, these Many Years?”

Being grateful and enjoying one's surroundings can go a long way after a long, hard day.

“Step 1: put your butt in a chair for 45 minutes every day and get down a shitty draft.”

Here's a thank you note to all the musicians.

Musings on Women's History Month...

“I saw your rise, and missed your fall. I couldn’t have caught you if I tried…”

"Pain can't touch me no more, For I am free, I am free, I am free..."

During war and winter, can hope shine through?

A psychiatrist's thoughts and reflections after the week's news.

"But Who am I kidding? The weekend was about Basketball."

"All anyone wants to know is when spring will get here..."

Using words and music to help heal...

"...they’ve returned like songbirds, exhausted from flight but wild to swagger the songs they carry..."

An adolescent psychiatric RN shares “Heavy Damage,” a poem about managing grief after losing a loved one to suicide.

"...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..."