Poetry

How can the sprinkler be applied to diversity, equity, and inclusion?

To move forward, we need to learn from the painful lessons of the past. On his birthday, thoughts turn to Emmett Till.

Imposter syndrome: a doctor’s nemesis…

Anger, sadness, incredulity… Here is why police and communities of color need to engage in an open conversation to foster trust.

Your patient tells you to get some rest, but they don’t know why you’re tired. What do you tell them?

"I can still hear my patient shriek..."

Frankness, honesty, and humor make this doctor’s poetry collection special.

As much as it is important to honor our country, it is also important to honor its ideals and continue the pursuit for such—for everyone.

"While I watch the artist paint, I imagine him in the time of plague..."

This renowned psychiatrist is donating a portion of the proceeds from his book sales to help stop US military veteran suicides.

"...now i forget what day it is and still feel i’m running out of time..."

Sometimes a few simple words help us remember important events.

"...Night is a room darkened for lovers..."

Poetry allows for reflection a year after a tragedy and a travesty, and to honor a life lost.

Trees, the oldest among us. One wonders if they mourn the many lynchings that have taken place on their limbs. More reflections on diversity.

"I stood shivering in the dark kitchen, thinking about that word, ventilator..."

Reading books and journals, charting treatment plans to help patients find an Eden of their own.

"You’re a poet, aren’t you?"

"...So far the days keep coming. Seize the day gently as if you loved her.”

Words—an excellent reflection of the soul.

"My hands grown tired, my head weighed down with dreams..."

"My love, I am pledging to this republic, for however long we stand..."

Justice in the form of humanity.

“...sweetness comes as if on loan, stays just long enough to make sense of what it means to be alive, then returns to its dark source.”

Nurturing, growing, and harvesting wisdom…

How do poetry and medicine interact and relate? One doctor shares his journey.

"... unconscious as hope that we sense around us now borne back into the earth..."

Reform school, a place where workers smoked with the boys, a place where fathers were AWOL and mothers begged us to save their sons.

A bear under the snow turns over to yawn. It's been a long, hard rest.

So I sit on the edge, wagging my feet above the abyss. Tonight the moon will be in my lap...