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”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”
They Find Their Needs Met in You
Connor Stubblefield, M3, Class of 2022
I
The row of pink lines, round faces tousled at every frill and trill by the wind, finds its needs met in you.
II
The shorter friends, purple and yellow bunches tossed not as much by the wind as by the butterflies and bees that leap and jump from their platforms—yes, these too, the flowers and the bright flitting patterns under the sun, find their needs met in you. Continue reading “They Find Their Needs Met in You”
Summer is the Time of Remembrance
Connor Stubblefield, M3, Class of 2022
Summer is the time of remembrance.
To know what is coming in the cold winter,
to know what is past in the fresh spring.
New life passes away,
and the cold washes it all away,
prepares the ground for the bulbs to spring up.
Cyclical.
To know one’s passing is to know rebirth.
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.
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