In My Humble Opinion

In the process of becoming a physician, I've seen unspeakable horrors.  I watched as the ER trauma bays filled with mangled bodies fresh...

I read the letter incredulously.  The writer was a medical school administrator and had seen my poem published in The Annals Of Internal Med...

I was honored to have Lawrence Spann review my chapbook, " Primary Care ".  Because of technical issues, his words were not inclu...

What does a young doctor know? You scowl at me across the examining table suspiciously.  And indeed, the occasional spasms of pain that jo...

I don't remember my father's birthday.   I don't remember the date of his death.  These are secrets that are locked away in the ...

I could taste the frustration and anger.  I walked out of the room instead of saying something I would regret.  My patient was dying.  She h...

We walk. Sometimes we crawl. Through surgery, chemotherapy, innattention, mistakes, and the moans of our loved ones. Bent over, we carr...