Adam Wilson, M4, Class of 2026
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”In Your Head
Category: Poetry
No Longer the Patient
April Ascher, M2, Class of 2028
I knock on the door,
clipboard in hand, heartbeat racing.
The cold, hard plastic chair remains—
but I no longer sit in it.
Shelter | Hashkiveinu
Brian London, M1, Class of 2028
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.
Such is Life
Anonymous
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”In the Hush of Solitude
Ryan Service, CLS4, Clinical Laboratory Science
All alone in the silence,
the heart on the paper has no strings,
Where thoughts and emotions pass us by,
Never truly walking, yet always near,
Invisible presences, both distant and transparent.
Continue reading “In the Hush of Solitude”Behind a Mask
Ben Harstine, M4, Class of 2021
I speak behind a mask.
I smile with my eyes.
You nod and smile back.
I see it, I surmise.
Schooled in Coronavirus
Ben Harstine, M4, Class of 2021
School is in session,
first week: infection.
Football quarantined for poor discretion.
Weeks passed—
still in class,
risk accepted.
Can We Talk About Death?
and adam fell into a deep sleep
Vinu Rao, M1, Class of 2024
I.
from the dust emerged a swirling cyst of layers
tumbling into one another
until the father’s hands enveloped the incomplete.
his fingers laced together tight,
a squeeze away from crushing it all
and starting all over again,
he breathed and knew
he had formed
a seal his children cannot help but break.
II.
the children of god
burned and crushed and uprooted
flowers and trees of Eden
to find what will maim and disfigure
their naked bodies
A Shadow in the Light
Anonymous
If all we see is our own goodness,
but reject the darkness within,
where does that really put us?
When our side is the only truth,
the world around us crumbles,
and spiritual death takes our youth.
But what if we see our evil,
listen to the figure calling from the dark wall,
the voice who tries to catch us
well before we fall? Continue reading “A Shadow in the Light”
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