Poetry
Featured poems, Spring 2023
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Bruxelles
By: Andrew Scheinfeld
“C’est bien Monsieur” Exhausted…
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I didn't
By: Seth Orlow
I thought I was done with this
Sort of thing… -
While there is so much: A Palindromic poem
By: Natalie Bertrand
What medicine is,
you decide… -
I hear you singing
By: Linda Burnett Carozza
I hear you singing, Mom
You sang all day when I was a girl… -
Shrink me
By: Robert Meislin
I went to the shrink yesterday
To figure out my situation… -
A Life once so full
By: Kimberly Ho
Some things when gone,
I can still carry on… -
Transitions and goodbye
By: Shobana Ramasamy
Where are the mnemonics for saying goodbye
when you
the clinician
are the one transitioning?
Featured poems, Fall 2022
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Transition
By: Amy Sevick
Tell me your understanding (of their condition).
What are your biggest concerns… -
The hamster escapes the wheel
By: Porsche Scott
In my search of greatness, I revert to the wheel of safety…
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If we don't see them
By: Adam Skolnick
The doctor will see you now… -
Parting words / Palabras de despedida
By: Victor Sanchez
In my younger days I did not have a care…
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Lionel and Samson
By: Anthony Orneta
One came in with trumpets, trombones, my cornerstone
One came in a whisper, on tip toe, deliberate and slow… -
Quiet warriors
By: Amy Bleasdale
There are a few quiet warriors
who meet regularly… -
Elegy (1982)
By: Rebecca Dunn Folkerth
drops
cherry-red blossoms
from his hospital bed
Additional poems
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The wagon
By: Graceann Forrester
Not too long ago I fell off the wagon…
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Baby blues
By: Elizabeth Sheckler
I’m blue, blue, blue
--my baby -
Untitled / Frog thoughts
By: Joshua Kirschenbaum
In the breeze the
Lily pads… -
Homeless in Coronaville
By: Sam Friedman
When they heard a vaccine had been discovered,
all the virus boys and girls ran home to ask their parents… -
Boreal
By: Sam Hawkins
I, many others
Born underneath, dressed in stone… -
It's over
By: Sam Friedman
When a lover proclaims “It’s over,” we grit teeth, take a deep breath…
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When will we ever learn
By: Sam Friedman
City streets seem like Shakespeare run amok as cops endlessly replay the violence of his tragedies…
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Pandemic pleasures
By: Sam Friedman
Daily, throughout this pandemic, I have walked the streets…
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Fluctuating tides
By: Sam Friedman
Often, we would lunch beside the beach…
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Now
By: Zoe Phillips
Get fit. It’s the best time for it. When else could you…
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Whine time
By: Sam Friedman
Moan! Groan! Gripe! Whine! Corona is teeth-grinding time!..
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To run
By: Zoe Phillips
To walk again.
To watch tendons strain under weak skin… -
At the hospital
By: Zoe Phillips
There are no vines only vinyl countertops printed with the fuzzy texture of a disconnected TV screen where a single phone rests like a priest among all of us newly-minted Luddites…
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Grateful
By: Kimberly Ho
Last night I dreamed my father
returned home from the hospital. -
Transient
By: Virginia Drda
Sunlight inhale
day’s heart beating… -
Winter solstice
By: Andrew Scheinfeld
Eyes closed
Resting peacefully…