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To Die To Sleep No More
This is a poem written as a challenge to write a poem based on one of several “thesis sentences” provided during the Yale Writers Workshop. I chose the sentence, “Nightmares aren’t as bad as insomnia.” ========================================= TO DIE TO SLEEP … Continue reading
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FIFTY SHADES OF WHITE
During Stephanie Hart’s Poetry Workshop at Yale on Friday, we wrote “circle poems” (that’s what she said.) I wrote the first two lines of this poem, then it was passed around the room for each person to add another line. … Continue reading
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HAMLET REDUX
Back in the 1980’s, my medical school adopted a Pass-Fail system of grading. The administration boasted of how they had reduced the pressure and competition of medical training by eliminating grades. But they added an additional grade of Honors for … Continue reading
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THE ANATOMY LESSON
The opening sentence of this poem is a direct quote from an anatomy lecture during first year medical school. The entire class of 160 was hunched over their papers scribbling maniacally the entire lecture. As usual, I wasn’t taking notes … Continue reading
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A&P
Back in 1975, before the days of mass hybridization, watermelons had seeds. When I worked for a summer at a grocery store in Estes Park Colorado, one of my many tasks involved cutting melons so that the seeds were not … Continue reading
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EXCERPTS FROM A SUICIDE
This is a series of vignettes drawn from a larger unfinished work entitled A Suicide. It is written in the first person. You might think it is about me — it’s not. As a physician and psychiatrist, it is both … Continue reading
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Tagged crack, death, depression, despair, determination, hope, life, pistol, poem, poetry, suicidal, suicidal depression, suicide, walls
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THE ANATOMY LAB
The Chorda Tympani is a small branch of the facial nerve that passes through the middle ear. During first year medical school, my cadaver lab instructor offered a 6-pack of beer to any student who could locate this tiny nerve … Continue reading
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Tagged body, cadaver, cadaver lab, carroll, dissection, human, human body, Jabberwocky, lewis, Lewis Carroll, medical, medical school, nonsense
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Post From Defunct Blog 5/7/2011
Last Tuesday, on NPR’s Talk of the Nation, Neal Conan guests were a couple of docs who wrote a book called “Shrink Rap.” They were talking about “what psychiatrists really do all day.” Neal requested to hear from psychiatrists to … Continue reading
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Tagged conan, nation, national, neal conan, npr, psychiatrists, psychiatry, public, radio, shrink, shrink rap, talk, talk of the nation
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UNLOCKED SECLUSION 