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.
No Longer the Patient
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Rooted in Both
Anonymous
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.
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.
That Kitchen Clock
Liam Lynch, M3, Class of 2026
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.
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Dave Cedillo Jr.
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.
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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.
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