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
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”
The KUMC Association of Women Surgeons, OB-GYN, and American Medical Women’s Association student interest groups hosted the first annual Women in Medicine Week from September 28th, 2020 – October 2nd, 2020. Programming featured women speakers from across all areas of medicine, and included a donation drive for Rose Brooks Center, a domestic violence shelter and resource here in Kansas City. Below is a feature from many of the speakers from the week that included discussions on Sexual Assault, Sexual Harassment, Racial Disparities in OB/GYN, Women in Research, and more. All events were recorded and are available to watch at http://www.kumc.edu/women-in-medicine-week.
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The row of pink lines, round faces tousled at every frill and trill by the wind, finds its needs met in you.
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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.
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.
I speak behind a mask.
I smile with my eyes.
You nod and smile back.
I see it, I surmise.
From a young age, I have enjoyed making decor for everyday use or holidays. My mom got me hooked on making holiday wreaths over 10 years ago when she asked me to help her refurbish one; I lost count of how many I have made since. My granny taught me how to sew when I decided that I wanted to make my own Halloween costume in 6th grade.
School is in session,
first week: infection.
Football quarantined for poor discretion.
Weeks passed—
still in class,
risk accepted.
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