Poetry

The body keeps the score...

"Be bold, choose joy, and live authentically."

The ambiguity of psychiatry naturally lends itself to a story, and creativity is all about telling a story.

"Too often summer days appear, Emblems of perfect happiness, I can't confront..."

This Special Report invites readers to journey with individuals who use their artistic side to reflect on their experiences as healers and the healed.

"...and remember the white and bloodless world I knew before I fell in love."

"By the first of August, the invisible beetles began to snore and the grass was as tough as hemp and was no color..."

"...everything known and unknown for longer than I have searched or breathed, the infinity of my ignorance."

"The dark pours down, sticky as Coke, but the light from the kitchen gleams like a beacon."

"So many things look absurd from a distance that people still take seriously..."

"At O'Hare, at Atlanta, at Dallas/Fort Worth, it happens every trip, at LaGuardia, Logan, and Washington Dulles, the customary strip..."

"She was clear-eyed and dying when I knew her, soft breaths feathering from her chest like distant smoke..."

A psychiatrist reflects on the Fourth of July in light of current events....

A psychiatrist shares further reflections on the most recent Court decisions...

A psychiatrist finds the recent Supreme Court decision unbecoming...

"The Child is father of the Man..."

A psychiatrist mourns as he reflects on the Supreme Court decision....

"It is not a place out there but a place in here. I catch on its barbed wire in both places."

A psychiatrist reflects on the 2 recent tragedies at sea...

"I sit with my half-filled glass and a life we knew we were choosing..."

A psychiatrist poetically reflects on Juneteenth...

"But you who know all will never comprehend our resentment of perfection, the flawlessness you take for granted..."

"...this memory held on chest, in hand..."

A psychiatrist shares his thoughts and reflections after an inaugural poem receives a "warning"...

"Scores of textbooks later we’re a pair of pagers and missed dinners, companions in sleep-deprived nights."

"I am not comforted by the morning after the night."

A psychiatrist reflects on the passing of a music legend.

"We lower a plastic tray on his ribs as if food can stop the dying..."

How can creativity help dismantle racist structures?