Kristen Kehl-Floberg, BFA, MSOT, OTR/L School of Medicine and Public Health, Wisconsin Alzheimer’s Institute 2019 Essay with case study “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.” -J.R.R. Tolkien A person’s use of time is a code for meaning and ability. It isn’t the…
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This Virus is Deadly
Jenn Johnson, BS, BSN, RN UW Hospital and Clinics, Neuroscience Intensive Care Unit 2020 Poem It’s not safe to leave your home. To go to the park, jogging, parties, church, the grocery store, or school. This virus is deadly. Daily news of innocent lives lost. Photos, videos, and memorials flood our screens. Tears…
Sell Me a Scar
Jessica Parrott School of Medicine and Public Health 2019 Poem Sell me a scar, love. No, not a line of puckered flesh, White from age, A memory of physical pain, Gone but not forgotten. Sell me a scar from your heart. A memory that weighs heavy on you. A wound that still hurts.…
Rutmari
Fátima Sancheznieto, PhD School of Medicine and Public Health, Institute for Clinical and Translational Research 2020 Short story The author would like readers to note that this piece contains scenes of homophobia and racism as part of its social commentary. The room didn’t smell like death. It smelled sterile, an attempt to mask death’s…
Pi (A Circle Bisected)
Pi (A Circle Bisected) Cody J Wenthur, PharmD, PhD School of Pharmacy 2020 Poem
Pandemic Panic
Jennifer Bird School of Medicine and Public Health 2020 Poem I feel this world start falling Watch the people go insane Pray to gods I don’t believe in Ask if they still know my name. I see the stats are climbing Watch from windows, watch from screens, Wonder if my expertise is useful Or…
Dying or Flying?
Kenneth R Taylor, MD School of Medicine and Public Health, Department of Ophthalmology and Visual Sciences 2020 Essay There are people in my life who think I’m crazy for doing what I’m doing. And they’re probably right. Let’s face it: I’ve now reached my 10th year of medical training and my title is “First…
Art Studio
Emma Liverseed School of Medicine and Public Health 2020 Poem After a long night (or morning?) of studying, you imagine wedging a bookmark into your gray matter— a bookmark, because who would want a dog-eared brain? You can never remember where you leave off. The brain does not catalogue like a filing cabinet, but…