Transplanted (Four-Chambered)

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…

Seat of darkness

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…

An Incantation for Spring

A.C. Mapes School of Medicine and Public Health 2022 Poem   Bloodroot, liverwort, wild ginger serve as a salve, balm, tonic, elixir. Forget Wellbutrin, won’t take Effexor— no chemical’ll solve a long, harsh winter. Sunshine brings a natural cure: watch purple fists of rue-anemone unfurl. Bloodroot, liverwort, wild ginger please be the salve, balm, tonic,…

The First Visit

Anne C. Totero UW Hospital, Behavioral Health Department 2020/2024 Poem   “You are the first therapist I am coming to.” The Gift. The Dance. The Prose. A beautiful dance. Your life as a piece of art. I prepare the materials so you may paint your own piece. We are greeted with uncertainty. Furrowed fear on…

The Waiting

Kurt Swanson, MD School of Medicine and Public Health 2023 Poem   Not enough organs For those needing transplants   I grieve for our Waiting Who waited without a chance   Of receiving what they needed Whose time ran out   Before the Gift of Life could restore What Failure left them without   To…

The Reason We Are Here

Claudia Vilela Casaretto School of Medicine and Public Health 2023 Poem   I woke up after a surgery And my mother was crying I clutched the stuffed dalmatian the nurse handed to me The same one I held on the plane ride from Lima   Todo estará bien She would tell me Todo estará bien?…

Little Heart Attacks

Erika Enk University Health Services, Medical Services 2018 Poem   I don’t mean to make you cry. I mean nothing, but this has not kept you From peeling away my body, layer by layer, The tears clouding your eyes… —Suji Kwock Kim My baby brother hated onions. Sitting next to Mom, five years old, he…