Nithin Charlly School of Medicine and Public Health 2021 Poem Coughing through the night As if he were a dog barking Lips pursed, clubbed nails, cachexic His pack of cigarettes lit nearby Providing just enough warmth From the cool evening To make this nightly routine worth it I asked them Is Uncle Rohan okay?…
Farah Kaiksow School of Medicine and Public Health 2020 Short story I was sleeping in that Saturday morning. It might have been because I had worked the night before, but it might just as easily have been because I am not a morning person. So it was sometime around mid-morning that I felt my…
Liana Eskola, DO School of Medicine and Public Health 2021 Poem Rita Charon, the godmother of narrative medicine, knows words and patients. She knows doctors too–what we give, what we lose, what we need. How we cry. How we hush our own beating hearts. She knows about pajama time, and all the…
Michelle Kimple, PhD School of Medicine and Public Health 2021 Narrative essay There’s something pernicious about bipolar depression. I think it’s because you know what it feels like to be the complete opposite: to be high on life. When you were manic, everything in your life had meaning. You connected your own dots, and…
Samantha Herndon School of Medicine and Public Health, Collaborative for Reproductive Equity 2021 Poem 1. Waiting to enter the waiting room Springtime hyacinths reluctant to bloom A jab in my arm Or else the funny farm For me it’s vaccine or waxing poetic on doom. 2. Layer on layer of smile-covering cloth Disinfecting, high-grossing,…
Sheri Johnson School of Medicine and Public Health, Department of Medicine 2020 Poem Foil blankets lay bare All our woundedness and fear Rest, weary ones, rest.
