The sailor seeks the harbor’s hush,
Storm-drunk skies in twilight rush;
Hands wear soft with salt and rope,
Anchored gently, held by hope.
Heart is compass—battered, brave—
Pulses tide through calm and wave;
Veins trace currents, azure lines,
Charting truths in coded signs.
I once believed
what mattered most
was the knowledge I’d secured—
not the pleasantries of weather,
nor the gentle “How are you?”
I clung to decisions
etched in stone,
a great tree fed by facts
and logic alone,
its roots crowding out
the soil of empathy.
I knock on the door,
clipboard in hand, heartbeat racing.
The cold, hard plastic chair remains—
but I no longer sit in it.
Ninety percent answered correctly I read,
I roll my eyes, inhale, and count to three.
One…
Two…
Unheard but felt— nails on the board,
Hands cup my face to play the chord.
Continue reading “In Your Head”
I recorded this late one night when I was with The Subs. This song describes a tickling sensation that I get sometimes on the soles of my feet.
Continue reading “Heebie Jeebies”
I’ve been playing and writing songs on the guitar all throughout medical school. It is a way for me to fully express my creativity and passion for music, and has become a pursuit in its own right to me.
Continue reading “That Kitchen Clock”
The path. The path. Oh, the path. I am inexorably bound by the path as I travel through the Garden. The path was conceived and constructed, ordained and blessed, by Them. Continue reading “The Path”
The coats adorned, they’ve never been cleaner,
and so it begins, we’ve never felt keener.
We have our support and new pals too.
We’re starting off slow, ITD we go through.
Continue reading “Such is Life”
Antigua Guatemala (2020)
I went on an International Educational Exchange program through KUMCIO. One of our stops was Antigua, Guatemala. This clock tower arch is a landmark in the city. I was in the right place at the right time to capture these pigeons in an iconic setting. The times were uncertain with the looming COVID Pandemic. We were actually uncertain if we would be allowed to leave the country and return to the US. Luckily, we were one of the last flights from Guatemala for a while and when we landed back in the USA the whole team was quarantined for 2 weeks. The image brought a feeling of hope and serenity.
Continue reading “A Collection of Photography”
I recently started learning how to crochet, and while it was difficult at first, I was beginning to get the hang of it after practicing every stitch. I began to realize that there was a lot of repetition with the stitches but that is what brings the piece to life.
Continue reading “Learning Crochet for the First Time”
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