Poetry

A psychiatrist shares his reflections on inclusivity... and making room for all.

"I love you as one loves the sickest patient: terminally, between the diagnosis and the death."

A physician living with mental illness shares their experience through poetry.

Reflections on the new suicide hotline...

"...the fresh cut grass a living carpet where all of us lay down and dream death will come to everyone except me."

A psychiatrist reflects on the past, present, and future for BIPOC MDs and DOs.

"We call them The Not Dead when they crumple in an easy chair after chemo..."

"O mother, O minutehand, teach me how to hold a man the way thirst holds water. Let every river envy our mouths. Let every kiss hit the body like a season."

A physician assistant writes a poem inspired by the recent mass shooting in Uvalde.

Poetic reflections on today's news...

"...you are the air of the now and gone..."

A psychiatrist's reflections on Father's Day.

Reflections on Juneteenth...

"And we laughed again because he made us feel safe and loved, even when we stumbled, his calculated goal to teach us how to solve for X when X equals kindness."

There are only three kinds of people in the world, those who are good at math and those who aren’t.

"And right here, walking down this street, I love the way we make a bridge..."

A psychiatrist reflects on society's catatonic state.

Sometimes poetry can help in processing tragedies and traumas.

"...well, today is just that kind of day."

"Poetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own."

A psychiatrist reflects on yesterday's tragedy in Texas.

"My mind screams, Sociopath! Liar! but I know he’s gone..."

What do you do when there seems to be too much sorrow and hate in the world? One psychiatrist answers, "I hope..."