Poetry

A psychiatrist reflects on blue fortitude as he visits the Columbine Memorial.

"Oh for a stronger magic, that I could wave my arms and reach deep inside my white coat pocket, the mass vanished..."

"And when they bombed other people’s houses, we protested but not enough, we opposed them but not enough..."

"What luck—an open bookstore up ahead..."

"For months she has dreamed in red..."

"Tornado or torbellino or something else, I ask her about the valley’s strange wind. And she laughs, says that she was calling to ask me the same thing."

"As if this big dangerous animal is also a part of me, that somewhere inside the delicate skin of my body, there pumps an 8-pound female horse heart, giant with power, heavy with blood."

"Eyes locked on the flat-lined monitor, she hears the last drop gurgle, the team quiet and calm in a lake of blood."

A psychiatrist has an undeniable response to the Jacksonville shooting.

"...he put gently into the earth some plants which, most likely, some of them, in all likelihood, continue to grow..."

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...