All the weary and the downtrodden, the hopeless and forgotten. Pick yourself
DNA is the great cosmic irony. It is a catalogue of existence, containing all requisites for life.
This multimedia piece represents our communal metamorphosis from strangers to family and from students to doctors.
A piece that seeks to depict the thin line where the pressure from one side is equal to the other and change occurs.
From any other angle it appeared to be a normal tree, but if you stood just right you could truly appreciate how hard it had to work just to stay alive.
Photograph of Salt Lake City
Exactly 5 years and 3 months since his death
Doctor Yao was a prodigious physician.
Drawing. A piece inspired by the discussion surrounding physician burnout and how to tackle this problem.
Lately, I’ve been wanting to write down what happened between me and the crazy lady, but what with graduating, applying, packing and finally traveling to my little town in Ghana, I haven’t had the time or the brain space. And I know it won’t be a good story. There are no plot twists. There is …
My heart is empty/ My soul is tired/ My body weighs me down
Isosceles of rubber red atop metallic grasp / Where have I misplaced you?!
Physicians often experience the unfortunate passing of patients.
2018-2019 Editor-in-Chief, Kajsa Vlasic, sits down with physician and current JAMA Poetry Editor, Dr. Rafael Campo, during his recent visit to the University of Utah.
I am standing in front of a heavy brown door with a small window at eye level.
I gowned up in the doorway, studying her.
Suddenly, I wake up
For a long time when asked “Why medicine?”, I responded, “Why the moon?”
It’s cold. The air is quiet in here – it must be snowing outside.
It’s funny how sometimes life can catch up with you.