Poetry

"Under the bludgeonings of chance, My head is bloody, but unbowed."

"I remember perfumes and anxious sweat, who preferred the big leather chair and who liked to hide in the sofa’s corner."

"This isn’t as easy as it seems..."

"There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost... I am helpless."

"I remember sitting like my patients when time expired, entire lives grasped in a 50 minute hour..."

"The dust of snow, From a hemlock tree, Has given my heart, A change of mood..."

“We are a tale of two Americas, searching for humanity to implore unity.”

"By year’s end, brittle with guilt, we hovered over our hollow creation..."

“Bringing us home, To ourselves, Our selves, Our bodies, our shelters…”

A psychiatric reflects on the latest news and remembers Tyre Nichols.

"I wish I could have caught his eye, delivered the silent message that I understood what he had to go through every day to keep the peace..."

“We are oceans, not boats.”

"My mother’s idea of heaven was a pulse, nurses in white spilling light across fields with hurricane lamps, bandage rolls, syringes, pain killers, stethoscopes, pressure cuffs, patella hammers."

“Breathing clouds at every turn, We hold what wisdom we must learn.”

Celebrating 25 years of Poetry of the Times with Richard Berlin, MD!

"And if you like it simple, doctor will do."

"There is no greater loneliness..."

Welcome to 2023, the 25th year of Poetry of the Times with Richard Berlin, MD!

A psychiatrist shares his experience of how running has been a constant for him throughout life’s changes.

“…The light of a new year.”

"We were running out of breath, as we ran out to meet ourselves..."

Even when facing the most difficult opponents, it's possible to win a positive outcome.

A psychiatrist reflects on his story...

"It is Christmas eve and our patient lies on the table in twilight sleep..."

A fourth-year medical student reflects on the non-traditional traditions that came from growing up in a 2-physician, 2-religion household.