Ben Harstine, M3, Class of 2021
I tried to change a patient,
instead they changed me.
I crashed into a brick wall, you see.
I poked.
I prodded.
I begged.
I implored.
I Tried to Change a Patient
Tag: Poetry
Two Americas
Ben Harstine, M3, Class of 2021
I showed up to group today, a young man in a sweater.
One man was there, tattered sweatshirt and Chiefs ball-cap.
Two others walked in, both gay but not together.
An old man followed, grey hair, torn jeans.
Finally a woman, young and anxious,
joined our little commune.
Bypass
Linzy Kirkpatrick, M1, Class of 2023
The iridescent glow of cellophane windows
wraps the building in a blanket of fuchsia and blue,
a playful dance of colors that shift
as I walk past. It’s the first
of many similar days to come.
The corridors whisk me through a
playful maze, a tenuous
barrier between the parents
who wait for news and those of us who
witness it.
The Stone Discovered
Connor Stubblefield, M2, Class of 2022
Hidden down in darkest cloister, depth of all the earth, a Stone, directed slowly upward through layers of time and story, waited.
The Stone was defined, yet not, sequestered mystery, definition down, dampened, the mirror darkened. Continue reading “The Stone Discovered”
Creativity Intervenes
Miranda Heppler, M2, Class of 2022
Lounging through the midday once again
Clouds looming, window ajar, my mind’s unable to attend
To the task at hand: commitment to learning; endless memorization
I wish I could exude more dedication to attaining this vocation Continue reading “Creativity Intervenes”
The Tumor Board
Ben Harstine, M3, Class of 2021
Round the table
Sit one by one
We talk, we vote
Another decision done.
Sixty-five and sick
Tumor load too large
Surgery? No.
Chemo? No.
Radiation No.
It must be time to go on.
Next.
Eighty-seven
A tumor again
One more shot
Hope not lost,
Decisions begin
Med Intima 