Breaking Waves
Artist statement: I am captivated by the sea and the mesmerizing sight of waves breaking on the shore.
Artist statement: I am captivated by the sea and the mesmerizing sight of waves breaking on the shore.
Solo Piano, Untitled #6 Zachary D. Goldberger, MD School of Medicine and Public Health, Department of Cardiovascular Medicine 2024 Song, 4:43
Dann Hekman (Stealing Seasons Band) School of Medicine and Public Health, Population Health Sciences 2024 Song, 3:28 Artist statement: This song is a musical summary of Immanual Kant’s “What is the Enlightenment”
Micaela Sullivan-Fowler is Ebling Library’s (School of Medicine and Public Health) History of the Health Sciences Librarian, Curator of Rare Books & Special Collections, Head of Marketing & Communications and her visual art and writings published in Corpus Callosum are Lit (Spring 2021), and Still: Immigrants on an Atlantic Liner, 1906 (Spring 2022). Editor’s note:…
Rebecca (Becky) Brockman-Schneider is a Researcher III in the School of Medicine and Public Health’s Pediatrics Department Allergy, Immunology, & Rheumatology Unit and has multiple pieces published in Corpus Callosum from the first issue, Patience, A Walk At Nine Springs (Fall 2020), January’s Invitation (Spring 2021), Aspen Trail (Fall 2021), And the World is Young…
Dear Reader, As I write this on the eve of Thanksgiving, this seems a fitting time to reflect on and give thanks for this journal and all who make it a reality. I am grateful for the artists who offer up a piece of themselves either through their art or their sage words in our…
Daniel Rortvedt, OTD, OTR/L Department of Kinesiology, Occupational Therapy 2024 Poem For John What’s built around us is affordance. A state of matter. An ice cube before it’s frozen. A mitral valve blushing into the left ventricle alongside the Allegheny River roiling over at breakneck speed. Can you fathom the distance between somewhere else and here…
Sharon M. Van Sluijs School of Medicine and Public Health, Department of Pediatrics 2006 Poem (sonnet) Even the frowzy cows I passed on the narrow, muddy path up here think it’s a mystery. Their eyes asked why this high grassy field, so near, is not theirs to graze. They have bellied the fence with…
Ryan McAdams, MD School of Medicine and Public Health, Department of Pediatrics 2024 Poem Whispers in the wind led me to lonely land where once stood my family tree its Irish roots drank spirits until a cruel keen blade—sharp with wrath, jealousy and greed— split the trunk in two. Gnarled branches fell, oak and…