All posts in Fall 2020 Issue

Ariel Niforatos School of Medicine and Public Health 2020 Poem   Sometimes I hear the sky speak in low cadences and agitated whispers continuous musings of a world much older than we are It tells me of the Beginning when the first bud of life took in its first breath And it tells me of…

Nasia Safdar, MD, PhD School of Medicine and Public Health, Department of Medicine 2020 Poem   There is in each of us, a yearning For respect Earn it you say? To the mother To the homemaker To the invisible overtime worker A throw-away remark Or perhaps a carefully thought out remark Shreds Right down to…

Toby Campbell, MD, MSCI School of Medicine and Public Health 2020 Poem   Living, like I am, Where nothing is simple and nothing is normal. Dying, like I am, In slow motion. Here, in death’s shadow, every minute matters. The mundane and the vital feel too much the same: A bath and a podcast and a…

Ryan McAdams, MD School of Medicine and Public Health, Department of Pediatrics, Division of Neonatology 2020 Poem   they say doctors make the worst patients. do patients make the best doctors? horizontal in a head cage, slid in the ceramic catacomb, the MRI magnet preps a warning blast of phaser fire-- five seconds of silence.…

Anna Shaul School of Nursing 2020 Poem   Seven minutes. Seven minutes of pure stillness, the neurons of the body firing less and less until the brain is no longer all-knowing. Seven minutes of paralysis; the only piece clinging on to reality is my inner persona. Is it comforting to have these seven minutes of…

Dipesh Navsaria, MPH, MSLIS, MD School of Medicine and Public Health, Department of Pediatrics 2020 Poem   I think often of Hephaestus Artisan of the Gods As spoken of by Homer, Virgil, Ovid, and beyond. I think often of the Olympians Looking down at him Bent over his Forge. I wonder if they told him…

Noel Kroeplin, PA-S School of Medicine and Public Health, Physician Assistant program 2020 Poem In memory of PJ Your most famous are dirty. Seductive. Easy. Wafting, magnolia-scented, out of catacombs and thru cast-iron gates. Your less famous we love. A peacekeeper. Quiet. Resting on a bench in your underbelly with a book and a bottle.…

Holly Cohn, MFA School of Medicine and Public Health, Department of Ophthalmology Fundus Photograph Reading Center 2010-2020 Poem   I remember getting into the car with my younger self the tension in the space was high all precarious with fear I hadn’t traveled far on the outside but I had covered a lot of territory…

Fabu Carter, PhD School of Medicine and Public Health, Wisconsin Alzheimer’s Disease Research Center 2015 Poem   Some call you seniors I call you wise elders Living long and learning much. You should be honored Your grey hair a symbol of victory and authority in life. When your memory hides or flees And every face…